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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. 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