The following is a work of fiction. It is fantasy and intended for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone anything illegal, abusive, or unhealthy. Many topics explored herein may have intensely negative consequences if enacted in real life. No one's nut is worth ruining a life.
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"Tell me about it. Every little detail."
"Well, we all went to Ant's house like usual because both his parents work and don't get home until after six. Usually we play some PlayStation first but today everybody was sort of on a mission so we went straight to their basement where we all usually hang out. Blake got a tape out of his bookbag and put it in the VCR while Anthony slid the Hustler out from his science book-cover. Blake had to reset the counter on the VCR so he could rewind it to where it was last so his dad wouldn't notice that he'd borrowed it, but then he hit play and fake moans made us all jump. I guess the volume had been left up really loud. It's a good thing Ant's parents weren't home, or we all would've been caught. It was good though, got us laughing and loosened us up.
"We all sat there watching for a while, even though the movie wasn't that good. It was called Merry X-mas and had like a midget in it licking this lady's ass like he was a ghost or something as she was having sex with this guy. Stephen asked to see the Hustler and started flipping through it. I think Tony was the first one to take his dick out. I remember him saying it hurt to get hard in his pants. I don't know if he's lying or what... it never really bothers me, but then again he's a lot bigger than any of us. So he whips it out and starts stroking to the video, then Ant asks me if I brought them.
"I dug into my bookbag and brought out the ziploc baggy and everyone cheered. I tossed it over to Ant who opened the bag and took a deep breath like it was a gas mask or something. That made us all laugh. Then the baggy got passed around between us as, one by one, we smelled it and unzipped our pants and started stroking together on the couches. After everyone got a sniff and the baggy made it back to me, I pulled the panties out of the bag and held them up for everyone to see. I passed them to Stephen who started to wrap them around his cock but Ant told him not to ruin the scent.
"Then things got pretty quiet, except the moans coming from the TV. I think the guy was fucking the midget now, but it didn't make any sense since she was supposed to be a ghost. We took turns passing around the panties and the hustler, watching the porno on the TV while waiting turns. It wasn't really awkward; I think we're always so worked up that we don't mind each other being there. Maybe five minutes later, Ant tells Blake to hand him the panties and he stands up, holding the panties spread out in his hand, and jerks his cum right into them. I swear I didn't have time to stop him or anything, he did it out of nowhere. We all watched as he spritzed his cum into the crotch of the panties, standing in front of the TV.
"Blake stands up next, holding his hand out for the panties. Ant says 'Nice, let's all shoot in them. Last one to cum has to lick them clean!' and passes the panties carefully to Blake. Before Blake even shoots, Tony's standing up and working just the head of his cock, squeezing it like he's keeping it from bursting. He points it at Blake's palm and starts shooting thick white jizz into the panties just as Blake starts cumming himself. They both shoot into them, filling them it seems like.
"That's when I looked at Stephen like 'uh, oh, was he serious?' and we both started frantically poundning our meat so we wouldn't be last. After they were done, Blake held it out to us and I took the panties back. They were so warm and heavy! I could see, like, a pool of cum floating there on the cotton part. The sight of them, together with the weight and heat, made me shoot. I missed my first shot and it landed on Ant's table but then I gained enough control to shoot the rest into the panties just like everyone else.
"I looked at Stephen, who was, like, hypnotized by them, and said 'sorry.' Everyone else laughed, but then Ant said 'Don't worry about it, Stephen. You don't have to.' Stephen sighed in relief then approached my hand. I offered the panties to him so that he could hold them himself but instead he went up on his tippy toes and shot into my palm. I could feel each spurt as it landed in the fabric, adding to the hot weight seeping through.
"When Stephen was done, Blake stopped the tape and started rewinding to where his dad left it. I carefully took the panties and dumped them back into the baggy to keep anything from spilling. It got pretty awkward then, everyone zipping up and taking turns using the bathroom. Stephen asked if anyone wanted to play some PlayStation but the vibe was weird so Tony walked home and Blake drove Stephen and me home. And that was it."
"That's quite a story," Jo said, leaning into the kitchen island where she was standing. "Where are the panties now?"
"I've got them," Mark said as he opened the bookbag and rummaged through it. He pulled out a small ziploc baggy filled with crumpled pink fabric only semi visible through the fogged up plastic. He set the bag on the kitchen counter. "Like I said, it just kind of happened. I know you only lent them for us to smell but.. I couldn't stop them."
Jo stepped to the inside ledge of the kitchen counter and leaned over to pick up the bag. She carefully inspected it, weighing it in her hand and using her thumb and middle finger to slide the plastic around the panties held inside. "These are soaked."
Mark's face fell. "I'm sorry... "
"Oh, Marky," Jo walked around the end of the counter and touched her hand to Mark's face. "It's not the end of the world."
"But," Mark looked up, "I bet it is the end of my thirty points."
Jo frowned. "Was it thirty points? That seems like a lot."
"It was fifteen for doing it, fifteen to telling you about it."
Jo considered this. "And how many do you have now?"
"Ten," Mark answered sullenly.
Jo did some mental math, then said "Well, You've certainly earned your fifteen for telling me what happened. I can't argue that, but these are quite soiled. I'm afraid I can only give you... ten points for the act."
Mark did some mental math of his own. Thirty five points could get him some above-the-clothes groping but what he was really hoping for would cost him fifty.
Jo easily read Mark's expression. "Tell you what, I'll give you ten points if you go get Mommy's toy and bring it out here."
Mark's mood immediately lifted. While forty-five didn't quite reach his goal, such a charitable act from his mother meant that she was only playing at being upset with him, and usually these types of moods led somewhere good. He turned and dashed toward the stairway leading to the master bedroom on a quest for the prize hidden in the top drawer of her nightstand.
Now alone, Jo quickly unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them off. She could feel a wave of heat from her sex as she peeled her panties down and stepped out of them. Her son's story had made a swamp of her pussy and it was all she could do not to grind up against the kitchen island while he told it. She turned her attention to the ziploc bag, opening it near her face to smell the pungent aroma within. The bag was still warm. She reached in and pulled her panties out of it. Black satin bikini cut. She wanted to give them something sexy but nothing crazy. There was no more pool like Mark had described - the semen had fully soaked into the cotton gusset and started to dry - but the crotch was still well damp and the whole thing reeked of testosterone.
Quickly but carefully, she stepped into the soiled panties and pulled them snug. Immediately she felt the relative cool of the damp crotch touch her searing vulva. A flood of wet came forth, melding the soiled cotton gusset with her sex. She laid down on the couch before her knees gave out and spread her legs to open herself up. Her fingertip pushed against completely soaked cotton as she touched herself, sperm mixing with her grool and sending shocks from her clit into her soul. She closed her eyes and pictured five strong boys standing over her, each with gargantuan throbbing members leaking juice.
She opened her eyes and saw Mark standing to her side with her magic wand in one hand and his pants tenting out. "Plug it in for me, Marky." she cooed, rubbing her clit through the gooey fabric.
Mark reached down and plugged the vibrator into the floor jack under the coffee table, then handed the thick white cylinder to his mother.
She immediately turned the machine on, holding it to her clit and revelling in the shockwaves it created. She could feel herself pulsing, building up that first orgasm that would tell the others to come out and play. Her eyes closed once again, conjuring the boys in the basement, five cocks spurting at once all over her. Covering her. Choking her there's so much.
Jo came, stifling the scream by biting her lip and letting the wave of warm release ripple through her body. Her abs clenched then released, she felt her panties flood. The Hitachi kept its relentless pace. She exhaled; drew in breath like a newborn, then opened her eyes and focused on her son standing before her with his eyes drawn between her legs. "Take your clothes off, Marky."
"Yes, Mommy," Mark immediately complied. He brought his shirt up over his head, exposing his athletic teen physique and the bulge in his jeans. He had trouble unzipping so he just shimmied his hips and slid the jeans and his boxers down in one smooth movement. His hard-on bounced up against his navel as it cleared his waistband.
Jo moaned above the beehive buzz of the Hitachi. "Is Mommy making you that hard, honey? You like watching me like this?"
"Yes, Mommy," Mark half-whispered. In truth, his mother was the hottest woman he knew. Better than anyone in his highschool, better than any magazine or porno. Just seeing her lay there on the couch mere feet from him was enough to make him leak pre-cum. Even with her shirt still on and the large vibrator obscuring his view of her pussy, Mark was mesmerized by the rhythmic tangle of her body as it came, the way her whole being resonated with pleasure. He wished that he could take the vibe from her hands and throw it aside as he plunged his cock deep into her, but sensed that right now was more about her than him. And besides, he didn't have enough points.
"Come closer, honey," Jo said. "Let me see you close up."
Mark stepped closer. Jo reached out and felt his ass, pulling him gently closer until he stood just above her head, Mark's cock inches above her. She pushed down on her clit with the Hitachi as her son's penis took over her whole world. Mark started to stroke.
"Don't touch it, honey. Just let Mommy look," she panted as she felt another wave approaching. From this close she could see a small bubble of completely clear liquid pooling in the slit of his head. Pre-cum. Salty, sticky, pre-cum. Just for her. The smell of her son overcame her: strong teenager musk. She found a few hints of semen from earlier still lingering in his scent, or perhaps that was from what he was cooking for her now. Her panties were now completely stuck to her, mashed down by the vibe and soaking wet. God, his cum was in those panties... mixing with hers, swimming up into her.
Jo arched her back and moaned as another orgasm crested. Her chin glanced against Mark's cockhead and made him moan too. With her eyes closed, revelling in the gooseflesh popping up in waves across her flesh, her tongue went out searching and found her son's molten hot cock. She took the tip of it into her mouth and tasted.
Mark shuddered. Feeling his mom's hot breath on his cock was hard enough, but now that he could feel the soft warmth of her mouth envelope him, the quick probing pressure of her tongue as it ran up his slit, emergency mode kicked in. "Don't cum," he thought to himself. "Not until she tells you to."
Jo's lips clamped around the head of her son's penis as another wave hit. This was her favorite moment, when the orgasms cascaded onto each other. These little micro-tremors, constantly taking control of her body in little shivering movements, making her moan, filling her whole being with sexualized energy... it was the bait she threw out to lure in that Big One: the mind-erasing hard-reset blue-sky tsunami cum that, really if she ever sat down to think about it, she had been chasing after her whole life ever since she first felt it.
She forced her eyes open to look up at Mark, her sweet honey bear. Beyond the out-of-focus shaft of his cock, his abs were clenched and his jaw was set, as if trying to remember something just outside of his realm of recall. She hoped she wasn't hurting him, sucking too hard. She knew that sometimes dicks got almost as sensitive as her clit after an orgasm. God, her clit. Mount Plymouth rising above the gushing tide of her wet. Coated in teenage boy cum. Another wave now, she closed her eyes and rode it.
Jo moaned again, muffled by Mark's cock. Mark kept his eyes closed, afraid that any extra stimulation would send him over the edge. "Don't cum, Think of math. Don't cum, Long division. Don't cum," he thought.
Jo, deep down away from the world and now in a place completely dominated by her clit, replayed the words her son told her about earlier this afternoon. How her panties got so heavy with the boys' cum. So hot. Making some soup from their cum. Heavy and hot. Feeling it through the panties in his hand. Heavy and hot, heavy and hot. She felt the Big One off in the distance, getting closer with every shockwave beacon that her pussy sent forth. Flirting with her. She urged it forward with every atom in her being.
"Don't cum don't cum don't cum don't --"
She tasted a steady stream of salty pre-cum from Mark now. Suckling his cockhead like a baby taking a nipple, she needed more. He would trigger her. As it was the case ever since the first time he gave her an open mouth kiss for bedtime and purposefully felt her breast, he was the key to her Big Ones arriving.
Jo forced her eyes open and pushed Mark a step away and out of her mouth. The idea alone was enough to bring the Big One to the shallows, now on the hook. As soon as she thought of it she had changed the pressure of the Hitachi to just keep her there, primed, ready. She had to concentrate on her words now. "Honey, I want you to do something for me."
"Don't cum don't cum don't... oh wait, she's saying something." "Huh? Anything," Mark's brain caught up.
Jo threw the vibrator to the ground and peeled back the shiny film of satin off of her mound. Clumsy with urgency, she pushed her underwear down until her sex was exposed. "I want you to cum on mommy's cunt."
Mark didn't register her words. He was hypnotized by the site of his mom's pussy. Waxed smooth, the pale white skin was shiny and slick.Her clit stood up out of its hood like a pink marble, her lips flaming red and swollen. He could see her insides pulse between her lips.
"Can you do that for mommy?" Jo asked, her hand returning to her clit, rubbing furiously to keep the stimulation that the Hitachi had so easily provided. "I'll give you ten more points..."
His mom's motion-blurred hand snapped Mark out of his reverie. What had she said?
"Please? Cum on mommy's cunt, honey. Do it for me." Jo sputtered. Just saying the words drew the Big One closer. She felt it now, like the gravity of a massive star pulling her in from the infinite cold of space. It was no longer a question of if but when. "Shoot it all over Mommy's pussy. I want to feel it like you did, hot and heavy."
Mark could not speak. Instead, he shuffled a few steps down the couch, constrained by the jeans and boxers pooled at his ankles, and aimed his cock at his mom's pussy. He slowly started to stroke, afraid now that he had willed his orgasm away for good.
"Hot and heavy", Jo thought as she watched her son start to jack off for her. He's such a good boy, making mommy so happy. The Big One was so close now. It was fate, out of her hands. She stopped rubbing her clit and instead used her fingers to spread her lips as wide as she could. She wanted to feel her son's gift as intimately as possible. The cool air on her vagina felt like she was exposing her soul to him completely.
Mark saw his mom spread her pussy lips and felt the cum start.
He didn't have to say anything, Jo recognized that moment well. Right now his balls were emptying and all it had to do was shoot through his cock. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling that would come.
Mark's hand slowed and he squeezed down, stroking once and producing a solid spurt of pearlescent fire that shot directly onto his mom's open pussy.
It was like the moment that a match flares alight.The concussion on her soft sex felt like a bolt of lightning. Her entire body clenched, consciousness fell away, and there was only this: nothing and everything. The Big One had arrived.
Jo screamed out. Mark spasmed again, sending a rain of cum down onto her mound, hand, and lips. Running down the insides of her thighs, soaking into the panties shoved down out of the way, some spritzing up onto her navel. He watched every drop land, pour, drip, and get rubbed in by her mom's busy fingers. This was a mental snapshot that he would be jerking off to in his late fifties.
Sometime, later, Jo opened her eyes. Everything was brighter, more vibrant. She felt her pulse thrum behind her ears. A random thought: she would be cold if it were not for her own furnace which made the couch a warm and cozy place. She curled up into a ball and looked at Mark who had collapsed on the lay-z-boy. They both laughed.
When she felt that she could, she slid the now-cold gooey panties back on and stood up. "Thank you, honey," she said. "Now do your homework while I get dinner started."
-
"I'm hooome," Frank sang as he walked through the door. He saw his son sitting at the table with a school book open and smelled something Italian from the kitchen. "Something smells good!"
Walking into the kitchen, Frank found his wife standing next to the stove, stirring a pot of red sauce. Another pot sent up steam from boiling water. "Spaghetti? Sounds great. How was your day, baby girl?"
Jo turned from the stove and gave her husband a passionate kiss. "My day was fantastic." She set the wooden spoon on a paper towel and proceeded to lift up the loose house-dress that she wore.
"Jesus, you're soaked!" Frank said, getting an eyeful of Jo's soiled darkened panties. "Looks like I missed the fun. How much did you cum anyway?"
"It's not all mine," Jo said with a sly smile. Her refusal to clean up or take off the spunky panties had kept her seeping wet all evening. She caught herself dipping her chin to smell under her dress and get whiffs of her cum mixed with the stronger smell of semen. Upon registering her remark, Frank's face changed. It was a look she fell in love with, one of pure carnal lust.
Frank casually reached toward his wife's crotch and felt the drenched fabric. Her inner thighs were also wet, sticky. He pulled back and smelled sperm. He immediately reached down and unzipped his trousers.
Jo put a hand on his chest and said "Later. Dinner's almost ready."
At first Frank resisted. He wanted to be inside her NOW. But what she said was true. He let it go for now and resigned himself to another kiss, this time with tongue.
"Hey champ, what's on the agenda for tonight?" Frank asked Mark as he passed the dining room table.
"Algebra." he replied.
"Need any help?"
"Naw, I got a handle on it. Thanks, though."
"Well, maybe take a break then. Dinner's almost ready."
Mark watched Frank go upstairs to change out of his work clothes. Part of the reason why he actually did have a handle of the xyz bullshit on this worksheet was because his dad had helped him constantly. Frank was an engineer, although he was quick to say he mostly just goes to meetings these days, and was the smartest man Mark knew.
He put his book up and set the table for dinner.
-
Later that night, Mark was in his bedroom on his computer. He really liked to play games but tonight he was just hanging out, surfing the web and chatting with friends on AIM. From down the hall, he heard the telltale sound of skin slapping against skin from the master bedroom.
Smilax: I LURVE The State! It's hilarious!
FunkyBunch: yeaaah $240 worth of butter...
Smilax: lol
From down the hall, Frank heard his dad say "you want all their cum? All in a circle jerking off on your face?", the words broken by rhythmic slapping sounds.
"God, yes daddy!" his mom screamed.
Smilax: did you see the one that was like possum raceway?
FunkyBunch: Porcupine Racetrack, yeah. It was hilarious.
Smilax: I didn't get that one.
"You're so wet for it, aren't you. It's all you can think about. Their cum"
"Yes daddy, yes daddy. Fuck me oh god fuuuuck."
FunkyBunch: well it's, like, absurdism. I think not getting it is the point.
Smilax: oic. Still weird though
FunkyBunch: yeah...
"Is this what you want? Take it..."
"Oh god," Jo's voice, now muffled by something, three doors down the hall.
Smilax: we should watch it together sometime. Hang out.
FunkyBunch: yeah that'd be cool. Have you seen Kentucky Fried Movie?
Smilax: no
"Taste it, taste them all, slut."
Jo, now just moans and muffled screams. The slapping sound increasing. Panting and hard breathing.
FunkyBunch: I taped it off HBO. I'll have to show you sometime. It's funny as hell.
Smilax: cool.
"God you're so fucking wet... I'm close," his dad hoarse and out of breath.
"Mmmmmmmyessssss" his mom, voice muffled.
Smilax: see, this is why you're cool, Mark. Any other boy in our class, if i chat with them this long they'd already be asking about what i'm wearing, if the rumours are true. Not you. Thank you for that.
FunkyBunch: I just think people are more than what's said about them. People aren't just one thing.
Smilax: :)
FunkyBunch: ...and i've already cum three times today :)
Smilax: LOL!!!
Down the hall, Mark's parents climaxed and grew silent. The house followed suit.