(Author's Note: This story could easily have been in the Group Sex section, but since it does involve incest at one point, I put it here so no one was shocked when that moment comes. But it is not pure incest. There's also an element of Nonconsent as well. If I'm inspired, there may be a follow up. -- SB)
The boys were hanging out at Jimmy's house, getting high, drinking a little, and playing Xbox One. Jimmy's mom was out at a Halloween party with her new boyfriend, so they knew they had the house to themselves for the evening. She'd told Jimmy she'd be very late.
"Pass that thing over here," Wyatt said, reaching out for the vape. He sucked in a lungful of hash oil goodness, and then passed it on. "Dude, there's a sniper up in that tower."
Wyatt wasn't playing at the moment. The others all had controllers and were trying to sweep a town of terrorists. He wasn't as into the shooter games as his friends, so he didn't mind letting his friends play while he watched. But he was disappointed that Jimmy's mom wasn't around. Mrs. O had been his main crush from the moment he'd realized girls weren't yucky.
The group of four guys had been friends since grade school. Even now that they'd graduated high school, they were still thick as thieves. Two of them, Jimmy and Tanner, were going to college locally, while Wyatt and Parker had gone right to work after school. Wyatt made good money working construction. A year out of school, he had just about enough save to get his own place. They all still lived at home, and Wyatt knew as soon as he got an apartment the guys would always want to hang out there. He preferred hanging out where he could mack on Jimmy's mom. They all called Mrs. Owens by the affectionate nickname, Mrs. O. Wyatt always thought of it another way. Mrs. Oh-god-she's-hot.
Mrs. O's hotness was something all the guys agreed on. Wyatt suspected that even Jimmy thought his mom was hot, based on some of the things he'd let slip over the years. Sure, it was weird if Jimmy was into his mom like that, but Wyatt couldn't blame them. She was the sexiest mom out of their group by far. And it was a common topic of conversation among the guys. Jimmy tried to discourage it, but that just made them go at it harder.
It wasn't always easy to pick out her hotness. When they were younger, Mrs. O was very much the typical suburban mom. Obviously, she was a pretty blonde—her glasses somehow made her sexier—but she always dressed like a mom, which meant lots of khakis and loose sweaters, things like that. Sometimes she'd wear a dress that showed off some cleavage and clung to her body when Mr. O was taking her out, but the boys really had to look and speculate to see what kind of body she was hiding under there. Wyatt clearly remembered the first time he saw her in a bathing suit. It was a one-piece tank suit—not a bikini or anything—but it gave him a clear look at her body, and Wyatt had to either stay in the pool or keep a towel in his lap to hide his wood.
She wasn't built like a centerfold. The fact that she looked like a real woman somehow made her sexier. She wasn't heavy, like a lot of the other mothers, but she was curvy for sure. Her ass was on the plump side, but her tits were incredible. They were nice and round, and they still seemed to sit up there in that bathing suit like they were perky. Wyatt would have given anything to see her naked tits. He watched the way her tits moved in the bathing suit, memorizing every jiggle and bounce for his spank bank.
When Jimmy told them his parents were getting a divorce, Wyatt couldn't believe it. Mr. O wasn't anything special, as far as Wyatt could see, and he didn't think Jimmy's old man was going to do any better than Mrs. O. If Wyatt had a woman like that, he'd never let her go. Hell, he'd never let her out of bed.
At first, Mrs. O was depressed and sulky. Whenever Wyatt saw her, he always tried to be encouraging and flattered her relentlessly. The other guys did the same, but Wyatt always went the extra mile, even going so far as telling her how a beautiful woman like her wouldn't be alone for long. She blushed at that, and for a second he felt like there was a vibe between them. He bragged about it to the guys, but they told him he was crazy. Jimmy told him, "If you think you're going to work your way into her panties you're insane." Wyatt would always hold out hope.
Mrs. O snapped out of her post-divorce depression, which turned out to be a positive for everyone. Her confidence returned and she acquired a new attitude. She signed up for online dating and with the new attitude came a new wardrobe. Out went unflattering khakis and baggy sweaters, in came clingy tops and shorter skirts. Wyatt found every excuse he could to stop over Jimmy's to see what Mrs. O might be wearing. Whenever he saw an opening, Wyatt even flirted with her. She always told him he was crazy and blushed, but Wyatt was sure she liked the attention.
Wyatt had hoped to see Mrs. O before she left for the party that night, but she was already gone when the guys arrived. Jimmy explained she was changing at her boyfriend's.
"Do you like that guy?" Wyatt asked.
"I dunno. It's weird to have your mom dating. I see her get ready to go out and she's all done up. I mean, I guess she's a single woman, but it's hard to see your mom that way."
"She's sexing it up because she needs to get laid, man," Tanner said, cracking open a beer.
"Knock it off," Jimmy protested.
"Your mom's not an old lady. She's like what, 40 or something? I bet she still needs it," Parker chimed in.
"She's 45, and I don't know if she needs it. I don't want to know," Jimmy said.
"Have you heard her screwing yet? Is she loud?" Wyatt asked. The other guys laughed.
"What the fuck?" Jimmy said.
"She's been seeing this guy for over a month. They've got to be fucking by now. She doesn't seem like a prude to me. And this isn't the first boyfriend. She's brought other guys home, right?" Wyatt pressed.
"You make it sound like she's bring a different guy home every night," Jimmy said.
"Hey man, Karen needs it," Tanner said. The boys often referred to Mrs. O as Karen when they were talking about her sexually.
"Fuck, I'll give it to her. Karen needs a young man to get the job done," Parker said confidently.
"You'll have to line up behind Wyatt. He wants her bad," Tanner said.
"She's sexy as hell, of course I want her. I'd have to be gay if I didn't. You never answered, Jimmy. Have you ever heard Karen doing the deed? This house isn't that big. You'd have to hear something."
"No, I do not listen to my mom having sex. You guys are sick. How would you like it if I talking about fucking your mom, Parker?"
"You're welcome to her. I don't think my old man has touched her in years."
Wyatt noted that Jimmy did not explicitly say he hadn't heard his mom in the bedroom with men. He was jealous. He would have loved to overhear Mrs. O going at it. Jimmy probably didn't want to admit it because he sat in his room jerking off while listening to his mother coming.
It was past midnight when Wyatt heard the key in the deadbolt. The guys were so caught up in what they were doing they didn't realize they were about to be busted until the front door swung open and Mrs. O came into the room. Wyatt could see right away that she was drunk by the way she half-staggered into the room. The boys all turned to look at her, frozen in place. Beer cans and the vape pen sat out on the coffee table, waiting to be discovered. Mrs. O was cool, but she would not be cool with a bunch of underage boys getting high and drunk in her house. They were all 19 or 20. But a big smile spread across her pretty lips when she saw the boys.
"Hey guys, it's a Saturday night. Shouldn't you be out somewhere having fun?" she asked, leaning back against the door for support.
"Looks like you've been having enough fun for all of us," Wyatt said, staring at her.
Wyatt wasn't staring because she was drunk, but because of her costume. He had never seen Mrs. O look hotter. He guessed she was supposed to be a witch, based on the pointy black hat on her head. Her long blonde hair had streaks of black in it, and her makeup had her look sultry and sexy—not a middle aged mom at all. The rest of the costume was not a flowy witches gown, though. Mrs. O wore a tiny little black dress that clung to her figure and stopped well above her knees. It was a strapless bustier, with ornamental silver buckles down the front and a subtle, inlaid pattern that shimmered in the light. The dress, at least the top of it, almost looked more like lingerie than a dress. The outfit was completed with a choker at her neck, black fishnet stockings and very high heels that had her swaying as she stood at the door. She looked so incredible—so different—that Wyatt might not have recognized her on the street. She looked at least ten years younger with the makeup and that dress. And Wyatt wasn't the only one who noticed. All the guys were staring.
