A Dare Please

Truth or Dare, what a fantastic pastime for kids and adults alike. If you have never played it, then you are truly missing out on a good-time experience. If you have, I bet you have never played it like my college buddies and I. Let me explain:

Six months into college dorm life, I and my five dorm buddies had become familiar and relaxed with each other. It is impossible not to be so when you share a 3-bedroom house with just 2 bathrooms with 6 late-teen young men.

We were all either approaching or have reached our 19

th

birthdays. We were young men. What do you expect to see in dorm house with 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms? It was impossible to not see a naked arse or a swinging dick or the occasional semi-erect cock. Some of us have even walked in on a roommate entertaining a lady friend or masturbating from time to time, and have accept it as a part of normal life without need for embarrassment.

Add alcohol to the fire and the cocktail can become a little heated. For example, the time Joe picked up some tart from a bar, brought her back and she willingly accepted a dare and went down on him and gave him a perfect blowjob on the sofa with 3 of his mates enjoying a perfect view of the show, just a few meters away. We were all a little drunk that night but no one was offended or even shocked by that behaviour. That perfectly illustrates our attitude of acceptance of each other and the comfort we feel in each other's presence. We are simply 'brothers'.

My 'brothers' are Joe, Dave, Shane, Bry (short for Bryan) and Solomon. I am Nigel.

So, back to Truth or Dare. As you have heard, some of our drinking sessions exceed our capacity for restraint and our games have become more and more risqué over time. Our 'truths' were often about sexual past exploits or deep-seeded fantasies we reluctantly share within the group but would never expose otherwise. In truth, they pale into blandness when compared to the excesses our 'dares' take on.

We had graduated from 'drink a shot of tequila while standing on your head' through to 'streak naked through the campus'. Our dares just had to get riskier and riskier. A memorable dare placed on Joe was a jerk race while he stood outside the girls changing rooms at the sports hall of the college: His challenge was to jerk off and cum inside the one minute or less he had between the final whistle of the women's volleyball match and before the young women ran down the hallway to get changed. By the way: He did not complete in time but had to finish all the same.

Another escapade, which relates to my story tonight, is a dare we had set for Solomon: It was his recent triumphant masterpiece of asking Ms. Robinson - the rather hot-looking 35ish junior professor of our Family Law lectures - if she could give him a blowjob for his birthday. Even though it was still many weeks before he would turn 19, he did succeed that afternoon after class - and we have the obligatory photo to prove it.

How does this relate to

my

, dare? Let me continue.

The tale I want to tell you tonight, is one 'dare' that exceeded my expectations and led me into a new dimension of sexual activity, okay, I admit it, 'depravity'.

One Friday last week, my mother and my sister dropped by to deliver a cake for my 19

th

. Now, I had not thought of either woman sexually in any way whatsoever; but my 'brothers' did.

"Fuck, she's hot," said Joe as all my 'brothers' stood on the doorstep jovially waving them off, like family.

"Definitely, I would," added Shane, the quiet one of the group, followed by Dave's "Me too."

The boys just stood there rubbing their groins in mock imitation of a circle jerk with one hand while waving joyfully to the departing car with the other.

"Come on guys, she's my sister," I interjected. "Give it a rest!"

My 'brothers' all looked at each other and burst out laughing, "Not her!" said Joe.

"

Your Mother!

" said the group in unison.

"Fuck off, what?" I exclaimed in genuine shock that my brothers would find my mother 'hot'.

"Come on, bro, you gotta admit you mustta jerked off thinking about that MILF ass?" asked Dave.

"And those TITS!" added Bry. "I love a big handful and THEY were a BIG handful."

"Gotta be at least DD, Bry," confirmed Dave.

Solomon agreed, "I'd happily stick my cock inside that cleavage every day of the week... and twice on Sundays."

"You can have her titties, Sol, I want her mouth," added Joe. "Did'ya see how full those lips were and fuck, how she kept lickin' 'em like a cat on fuckin' heat. Fuck me!"

"I'd fuck that wide, swinging ass of hers. Ain't ya done so yet, Nige?" asked Shane.

"Loved that blonde hair. Does the carpet match the drapes, Nige?", asked Dave lecherously.

All I could do was tut and lift my arms in the air in fake resignation.

So, all my buddies had the hots for my mother. As mother's car turned the corner, we all turned to re-enter the house. They slapped each other on the back, cheering happily about how they would outdo each other in the battle for the conquest of my mother. What else could I do but start to think about her the same way.

Yes, the downstairs carpet did match the upstairs drapes; at least I was sure it must do as I knew Mum was a natural blonde, though I had never seen her completely naked.

And yes, she had a gorgeous, full and buxom bosom. And yes, I think they were DD, 38DD, as I had seen the bra label. They probably were a handful for some lucky guy, though she rarely dates.

Okay, yes, I have to admit that I have fantasised about them a bit, and being that lucky guy - especially last summer during the scorching heatwave when bikinis and shorts were an essential requirement.

Finally, yes, she had a wonderful, firm but wide ass, I have to admit; it shouted out to be smacked every time she passed by.

OK, I admit it now, I have an erection growing in my pants. I am turned on by my mother -- but it's all their fault.

I needed to piss. Entering the smaller of the two bathrooms, I locked the door and pulled out my cock, which was twitching for attention, growing by the second and no way in hell was it going to piss before I had ejaculated. Fuck!

I began rubbing the length of my cock, tweaking the foreskin between finger and thumb as it passes over the head. Squeezing tighter and rubbing faster until my hand is a blur and my cum begins to boil in my balls within seconds. Literary 1 minute since sliding the lock across than my cum arches out of my cock and splashes into the ceramic sink. And I have to admit it, in that minute of pleasure, my only thought was of my mum's dripping pussy, her wiggling ass, her full lips and most of all those magnificent tits. I am a converted pervert, so help me, God.

***

The next evening is Saturday party-night in our place: Well-renown as the place to be, that is if you can get an invite -- and only a select few did each week, usually beauties. The drink has been flowing abundantly and boundlessly for hours and everyone is steaming drunk and a little high. Three girls joined us from the bar down Main Street where we usually wet our whistles, picking up girls before returning home for the party.

I have to admit, I can hardly remember any of the girl's names -- especially tonight. I don't even recall who brought these three particular beauties but it matters little as they were quickly becoming communal property as we party back in our lounge. Ably assisted of course by a game of Truth or Dare.

All of the girls had flashed their little titties and I probably saw an ass or two before Joe got to enter the closet with one of them - with the aim to switch clothes and wear the other's underwear for the rest of the night. When he came out a long 4-minutes later, the girl's hair was covered in fresh cum, which her friends duly rubbed into her long locks with squeals of laughter.

"Truth or Dare, Nige?," asked Solomon.

"What? My turn again," I began, "hmmm, okay a dare please."

A DARE PLEASE?

Did I just ask for a dare?

Didn't I know better?

A dare please

: These 3 words would change my life - well to be frank, the next 24 words would change my life, but those 3 were the catalyst.

Solomon thought, pensively rubbing his stubble covered chin. Joe leaned in to whisper something, which seemed to brighten up Solomon's face.

Remembering the sexual challenge we had set him two weeks earlier, and the impossibility that that seemed to hold at the time, he smirked wickedly then began, "Nige, you have to seduce your Mum, and get a photo of her in a sexy pose, and naked, when you go home next weekend."

The room howled with laughter while my face must have turned as pale as a sheet as the blood drained. "Noooooo... no, NO, oh No, no, no, no, noooooooooooo" was all I could say.

...

Now, at this point you are probably asking 'Why not just forfeit?'

However, you should have asked 'What

is

the forfeit?'

What is the punishment for refusing a dare? - The ultimate forfeit imaginable.

A forfeit so dire and unthinkable that every dare to this point had been achieved, or at least attempted 'with reasonable and acceptable expectation of success'. Which was a phrase obviously written by the budding lawyers that we were.

The forfeit was: Banishment!

Banishment from the house!

Banishment from the band of brothers!

An 'ostracized-to-be-an-invisible-personage' and 'to never-be-spoken-of-again' kind of banishment.

For eternity!

Unthinkable!

But, so was the idea of capturing my mother naked and in a sexy way. It was unthinkable without her seduction and seducing my own mother would be impossible.

As far as I could see, there was no 'reasonable and acceptable expectation of success' to be had with this dare. If I attempted and failed, I would still have had my mother to explain my actions to... forever and a day!

...

"Oh, fuck! I am screwed," I said aloud, before reaching for the bottle of tequila while my 'brothers' rolled around the floor in their even further merriment at my predicament.

"I'll screw ya, Nigel," offered one of the bimbos curled up between two of my 'brothers'.

"I think he needs more comfort than that," mocked Joe pushing the bimbo and the other girl - who had been busy rubbing Joe's crotch in an absent-minded fashion for the past 15 minutes - towards me with a "Give him a blowjob, girls, to make him feel better!" encouragement. Joe knew what he was doing -- the old distraction technique.

The third girl jumped in too, as all three attacked my zipper in sympathy, and quickly pulled down my pants as I wriggled in mock embarrassment. That was swiftly replaced by bliss as first one, then three tongues lapped at my balls and growing cock. I had never had more than one girl give me oral sex before and I was not prepared to allow the small matter of the magnitude of my task nor the end of my life as I knew it from ruining the pleasure.

My 'brothers' egged them on, as first one, then the other devoured my shaft between their lips, while taking alternate turns to lap at my shaft and balls.

"That's it, girls, treat him like a king," began Solomon, before adding in his wicked humour, "coz it might just be the last Saturday of his life."

"I bet that makes you feel better, right Nige?" called someone from what seemed far, far away and quite frankly... I no longer cared where they were.

It became a bit of a mini-challenge for the 3 girls, as they competed to devour as much of my 8 inches as possible. After squeals of delight when seeing my impressive length in its full, engorged glory, they began to fight for the right to suckle on the tip. The competition heated up as the girls took turns to attempt to push and gag my cock into their throats. Two failed to go much further than half way despite the encouragement, but Bimbo won easily, diving down and consuming my entire length on the first attempt. Champion! The boys were whooping with delight, but also with a fair amount of admiration. I'm also pretty sure, they were probably making their own mental notes to try Bimbo for themselves later.

After less than 5 minutes of the blowjob of my life, as I began to wish it would last for eternity, I came, shooting my hot cream onto the face of one girl while, Bimbo and her friend licked up my shaft and milked my balls with their fingers entwined together around my sack.

I had now been sucked - regally.

But I was still screwed - royally.

All was not lost for the night was still young: Perhaps, with a lot more tequila and a bit more coke everyone will forget what I would have to do next weekend. After all...

...No, scratch that, nobody had ever forgotten before.

Shit. I was royally screwed.

I did have one saving grace and it was a card that I would have to play extremely well: Mum had a great sense of humour and we had a great relationship... maybe... just maybe...

Slowly, a planned hatched.

***

"Hi, Mum, I'm home," I called as I opened the front door with my key -- the door she will probably bar me from and the key she will no doubt confiscate before this weekend is over.

The great relationship with Mum that I referred to was due in no small part to being raised without a Dad. The other factor was her natural warm spirt and her ability to treat us as if she was a close friend. It was Mum that both my sister and I could turn to for any conversation and for any advice. And we did. Often. She always listened patiently and was never judgemental about anything. I even recall a three-way discussion about the merits of my sister, as a typical example of a young woman, performing oral sex before marriage as an alternative to intercourse or (wait for it) anal sex. Anal as an alternative to fucking before marriage? From Mother? Yes! She was, perhaps, the most open and liberal Mother I could have hoped for. And Boy! Was I going to need open and liberal this weekend!

The quirk about our family is that we were all born within 10 days of each other -- different years of course -- but last Wednesday had been my sister Becky's 18

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, birthday and today, Saturday, was my mum's 38

th

, or was it 39

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, anyway, not important.

"Mum? Happy Birthday!" I bellowed from the hallway, gifts in hand.

I carried a parcel, about the size of a shoe box which contained her gift from me. I had prepared it carefully and I had wrapped it in a glossy, red wrapping with a glistening golden ribbon.

My Mum ran bounding towards me from the back kitchen. She was beaming a smile as wide as a bus and with a twinkle of a lover in her eye as she bounced twice in her run up then jumped onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist, as I stood rooted in the doorway. Her legs griped tightly and she hugged her mouth into my neck.

"What a welcome!" I appraised. Clearly, I had been missed. All I was missing was a camera to snap this photo for my 'brothers' --

yeah, I know, fully clothed would not have been accepted

.

"Nigel, you're home, Son," sang my mum, as if I was not aware of the fact, before adding, "and I'm so happy. I really wanted to do this last week but I was worried your friends would laugh."

She climbed down when she saw the gift-wrapped box which she had knocked to the floor in her exuberance. "Ohhh for me?" she asked in fake modesty.

"Yes, but for later on, Mum," I replied, before asking, "Is Becky home?" I did not want Mum opening her present until we were alone.

"Yeah, she'll be down in a minute," answered Mom before lifting her head and yelling at the top of her lungs and directly into my ear, "

BECKY! YOU'RE BROTHER'S HERE!

"

Becky leaned over the upper banister rail and casually greeted, "Hey bro!" before disappearing into her room again.

"Happy Birth..." I began to say to my sister, before her head disappeared, "Ooh never mind, I'll give you the present later then, shall I?".

"Come in, Come in! I made lunch!"

***

And so, my weekend began: Somehow, I had to put my plan into motion.

Mum and I talked freely and jovially in the kitchen for hours about everything and anything. It was a non-stop chatting marathon, just as we usually did. Of course, we had cracked open the bourbon to celebrate Mum's birthday and had consumed a few glasses with coke (the dark fluid kind).

It only felt like an hour, until Becky bounded downstairs, dressed to the nines with her makeup admirably applied making her face, and her body I did notice, radiate and flower. She had turned into a woman in the short 4 months I had been away.

"It's dinner time, what is there?" asked Becky rudely of Mum.

"Oh shit! I forgot the time. Sorry Becks," apologised Mum as she got up, a little unsteadily, and moved towards the fridge.

Meanwhile, I had reached for Becky's belated birthday gift, picked it up off the table and extended it to her as she picked up an apple, bit into it and, with it held lodged in her mouth, called out, "Forget it, I'll get something at Harry's... Thanks bro," she added kissing the top of my head with the apple instead of her lips, while accepting her gift at the same time, before turning and rushing to the door with, "See ya tomorra!"

Whooosh!

And was gone! And would not be back that night.

"Like a hurricane, that one!" laughed Mum. "Oh, come here, you!"

She extended her arms and I stood and walked into them

again

. Was that the fourth or fifth warm embrace now? Each one, more powerful and longer than the last. Each one brought her complete and open happiness and me higher secret stimulation and masked excitement.

I had not been able to forget my challenge all week; in fact, I could not get my mother's cute body out of my head all week -- thanks to those supposed mates of mine constantly throwing sexual banter around the house, and all about my mum's sexy body.

As I stood within her bear-hug embrace, I could feel her breasts pressed to my abdomen and her head buried on my chest, breathing hotly down the V of my t-shirt. My pulse raced and my cock, twitched inside my jeans, which I am of no doubt she felt, of course.

"You smell. Go shower, you stinking man!"

I left slightly relieved that my erection had not reached zenith before she had released me.

***

As the evening, wore on we had settled down in the lounge and were enjoying the continuation of our natter (about anything and everything). We also were enjoying Captain Jack as Mum had opened a second large bottle of her favourite bourbon. I had also brought a bottle with me from the train station, which I had secretly left in the kitchen -- maybe this was that bottle. As it was her birthday, I made sure to keep her drink well topped and refreshed. I made it longer and stronger than usual, using a little less coke with each glass as the night developed.

By 10pm, she was half-cut and I was feeling a little light-headed myself, despite trying to stay sober by over mixing my own drink. She rose from the sofa, with the excuse of stretching her legs, but I noticed she shifted her dress loser around her breasts, then sat back down, much closer to me. Our legs were touching (actually rubbing together) and she rested one arm over mine. She usually did so when she wanted to talk about intimate matters.

She changed the conversation to that of my ex-girlfriend -- who I had broken up with before college - then to any girlfriend I might have dated there. This concluded with a vivid conversation about the sex games we had got up to, including Solomon's infamous blow job he had received in Ms. Robinson's storage cupboard. Mum was keenly interested in my love and sex life.

So, I obliged and I told her everything

(almost)

, even a few details that hadn't actually happened to the other guys just to titillate her. She lapped it up. Each detail, brought a flush to her face, but it wasn't that of embarrassment, but passion. Her touching became more frequent and each expression or excited twist of my stories would bring a whoop, a giggle but more frequently a touch on the leg or a touch on my chest. Thanks, in no small part to Captain Jack.