Gang bang mom

CHAPTER ELEVEN

A year went by. Brenda had a lovely time with Ken. Charlie married a little blonde hair-dresser and moved to Portland. Brenda was sad about that at first, but she had Ken and in a month or two she forgot about Charlie.

What difference did Charlie make? No man could give her what she was getting from Ken.

The boy kept her pussy on fire. He was always ready to fuck or suck or do anything she wanted.

Sometimes she thought the constant sexual excitement was no good for her health. She discreetly asked her doctor about it, but he said it was probably good for her. He even hinted he wouldn't mind throwing her a fuck right there in the office. She said nothing to him about Ken, of course. She decided to turn the doctor down, but then she compromised and jerked him off into the wastebasket in his office. He seemed happy. He dropped her bill in half and patted her ass as she walked out.

When Ken's birthday approached, Brenda convinced him to have a party in the house.

"You're only young once," she said. "Besides, it'll give me a chance to meet all your friends."

Ken agreed. Brenda hadn't thought of anything except an innocent party and a houseful of teenagers, but as the evening arrived she found herself thinking how nice it would be to have a house filled with teenage cock and pussy.

A dozen boys and girls. Control yourself, she thought. She had more interest in the cocks than in the pussies, but one or the other it was all sex. A crowd of teenagers exuded sex. It was all around you in the air and sooner or later it got in your nose and filled your head.

She wore a party dress, a red taffeta thing with a plunging neckline and ruffles. She looked gorgeous. The boys and girls treated her like a movie queen and she pranced around the house bubbling with happiness.

She knew a few of Ken's friends, but most of the crowd were in the house for the first time.

Gordon Peterson was there. They had their little secret and the boy was clever enough to conceal he knew her better than the others.

Ken's girlfriend Laurie was there. Brenda had met the girl briefly a few times, but this was the first chance she had to get to know her. Laurie was a slender blonde with blue eyes and long legs and a pair of hefty tits too big for her slim chassis. The girl had lovely lips and a seductive smile and whenever Brenda looked at her Brenda found herself picturing Ken's cock in the girl's mouth.

I'm not jealous, Brenda thought.

But she was. After a while she admitted to herself that she was jealous of Laurie and afraid she would lose Ken.

It was a noisy party, the kids dancing and laughing downstairs, stuffing themselves with cake and soda pop. Before long Brenda realized there were couples sneaking upstairs to neck awhile. The boy and girl would return to the party with the girl mussed and the boy's eyes glazed.

Brenda had a great time. She spiked her Coke with rum and flirted with some of the boys. She loved the way they looked at her, the way their eyes bored into the valley between her tits.

Halfway through the evening she had to pee. The downstairs bathroom had a line waiting for it and she climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

She walked into her room, closed the door and headed straight for the connecting bathroom. Lifting her dress and lowering her panties to her knees, she sat down and started pissing.

Suddenly a slight noise in the bedroom caught her attention. She turned her head and looked at the bed through the open door, and now for the first time she saw the boy.

He was lying on her bed on his side, one hand supporting his head and his eyes fixed on her as if he was hypnotized.

"Oh my," Brenda said. She was startled but she continued pissing. "I had no idea you were here."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Foster. I just came up to rest awhile. All the other rooms were busy, so I came in here."

"Tired?"

"I didn't get much steep last night. I had some of the guys at my house."

"And here I am with my panties down."

"I won't look any more."

"Never mind, honey, I don't care."

She finished peeing, wiped her pussy and rose up. She deliberately held her dress at her waist as she pulled her panties up and turned around to flush the toilet.

The boy caught only a glimpse of her pussy, but he had a good look at her ass and legs, at her creamy thighs and gartered stockings.

After adjusting her dress, she walked into the bedroom and locked the door. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed.

Smiling at him, she said, "What's your name?"

"Bobby."

"Well, Bobby, did you get turned on watching me do that?"

He blushed and nodded. "I guess I couldn't help it."

"Of course not. Do you have a hard-on now? We wouldn't want to leave you all hot and bothered, would we? It's not good for you. Let's have a look."

His eyes wide, he remained motionless as she pulled his zipper down and brought his cock out.

He had a lovely hard-on, his foreskin already drawn back to reveal his dark red cockhead. She squeezed the tip of his prick and a drop of clear juice oozed out of his slit.

"It's a lovely cock. When was the last time this gun went off?"

"This morning."

"You don't need to blush, I know all about boys. I bet you wake up every morning with a hard-on. Isn't that right?"

"Yes."

She was pleased. The jism in his balls had been accumulating all day and because of his age there would be a lot of it. Her mouth watered for a taste of his cock.

"Would you like me to suck you off?"

"Jesus, Mrs. Foster, you don't have to…"

"It's my pleasure, honey. Just lie back and relax."

The boy groaned and settled back. He watched her as she leaned over his cock and touched the tip of her tongue to his brimming pisshole.

He shuddered and moaned as she sucked the juice out of his slit and rolled it over her lips.

Brenda was enjoying herself. Having the boy watch her while she peed had brought her pussy to a boil. He had a sweet cock. It was fun to tease him by delaying things. Instead of gobbling his prick with her mouth, she delicately licked his cockhead and around the groove behind it.

Then she pulled away from him. "Let's get your pants down," she said. "We need more room to play."

She removed his shoes and socks, and then she helped him get his pants and shorts down and off his feet.

"Much better," she said with a smile.

Now she had a half-naked boy on her bed, naked from the waist down with his lovely cock and balls completely exposed.

She ran her fingers over his bloated pink ball-bag. His nuts looked about to burst. In a moment, honey, she thought. In a moment she would milk him and get all that lovely boy-jism down her throat.

Touching his cock again, she pushed down and squeezed the base of his cockshaft to make his cockhead swell like a balloon with blood.

They both watched as a glob of milky juice was forced out of his pisshole.

"That's jism," she said. "I think you're about to come."

He made a croaking sound as she swooped down to close her teeth behind the flared rim of his cockhead. A moment later the hot spunk erupted out of his pisshole. Spurt after spurt splattered over her tongue and against her palate.

Gently squeezing his balls, she pumped his cockshaft to get all of his load out of his nuts.

She held everything in her mouth, and when he was finished she swallowed the whole mess down in two gulps. Her pussy spasmed as the wad of slimy spunk slid down her throat.

Running her tongue over her glistening lips, she smiled at him. "Feel better?"

He grinned. "Oh, wow!"

He was adorable. She thought of doing him all over again, but then she had a better idea. She watched him pull his pants up and she said, "You'll keep this between us, won't you, honey?"

"Of course, Mrs. Foster."

"But if there's a friend downstairs you can trust, I wouldn't mind."

"You mean it?"

"I like it, you know. Some women like the taste of it and I'm one of them. But no blabbing about it."

"I promise."

He walked out of the room and she sat there on the bed with the taste of his jism in her mouth and a contented smile on her face.

Oh, yes, indeed, she thought. We're going to have ourselves a party tonight. The teenagers had their party down there and she'd have her own little party up here.

After five minutes a boy built like a bean-pole walked into the room with a shy smile on his freckled face.

Brenda remembered seeing him downstairs. He was cute. She told him to lock the door and beckoned him over to the bed.

She could see how nervous he was. It wasn't every day that a boy his age had a chance to get sucked off by a friend's mother.

She talked to him and calmed him down. She was drunk on booze and sex and she knew her words didn't make much sense. It didn't seem to matter. In a few minutes they were giggling together as she fished his long prick out of his pants.

She played with his prick awhile and then she had him undress. She wanted to see his body. She ran her hands over his cock and balls and then she slipped her fingers inside his asscrack.

Watching his face, she slowly pushed her finger inside his tight bung.

"You like that?"

His answer was to close his eyes and groan. She pushed her finger further inside his hot ass and chuckled at the way his cock turned hard as iron in response. He was a healthy young animal. Closing her mouth over his cockhead, she began sucking his prick while her finger stroked gently in and out of his asshole.

It took her no more than a minute to empty his pretty pink balls. She rolled his thick jism over her tongue and smiled at him as she swallowed it down. The boy had a dazed look on his face as she told him she wouldn't mind him sending another boy upstairs if they could keep it a secret.

She chuckled as he left her.

Seven more boys came upstairs to her bedroom and she sucked off all of them.

By the time the party was over she had the taste of jism coming out of her pores.

Hot jism, salty and sweet, thick and ropy and sometimes foaming.

When all his friends had left and Ken finally came to her room, she was too tired to suck and she simply opened her mouth and had him jerk off on her tongue.

She swallowed her son's heavy load of spunk and after that she closed her eyes and fell asleep.