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Subject: {ASSM} Can't See Mom for All the Boys (2/2) [mF,inc,exhb,slow]
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The following is a work of FICTION.

Can't see Mom for all the Boys (part 2/2)
by DiscipleN

Copyright (c) 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior,
documented consent from the owner.



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.

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"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.

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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.

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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

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