All throughout my life, my mother has been a great mom. She became pregnant with me at 17 but in spite of that obstacle and my father disappearing, she was always there for me. Not only did my mom make sure that I had everything I needed, but most of what I wanted. Overcoming the teen mother hardship, she graduated from high school and earned her degree from Stanford.
My mother's name is Beverly and she is a gorgeous lady, even now at 36 years old, my friends refer to her as a MILF. She is 5'9, 115 pounds, with a lean, tight figure and the only thing artificial is her boobs after receiving DD cup implants in 2006. She works as a credit analysis in a downtown Los Angeles high-rise skyscraper. Mom dresses very professional with her skirts, high heels, button-up blouses, blazers, and lady suits. She consistently turns guys' heads and they would kill to be with her.
My mom's only weakness is that she loves sex and wants plenty of it. Of course I didn't understand that as a little girl but as I became a preteen, she told me that she would never remarry or even have a steady boyfriend, yet, I would see her bring home guy after guy. Inexplicably, I would rarely see the same one more than a couple of weeks except for an older man named Harold who would pop in from time to time. I just thought Mom was a friendly person who liked for people to sleep over. Through the thin drywall, I could hear her bed thumping and in my immature mind, I thought her and her friend were jumping on the bed. Who knew?
When I would hear things like, "Oh baby, give me a facial," I probably thought he was actually putting a cleansing mask on her face or playing a game of some sort. I remember my mom saying the filthiest, nastiest things, but I never questioned the reason. In our childlike imaginations, we are not sure what to think. Of course as I got a little older, I was starting to put two and two together.
As for me, I started having boyfriends in middle school and even though I had many boys texting me and showering me with compliments, I remained shy. By the time I was a freshman in high school, I was fully developed and the comments from the boys got raunchier but I really didn't let it bother me. Even older men would tell me that I was beautiful and looked exactly like a younger version of my mom with my dirty blond hair and toned body, earned from participating in athletics. Throughout my freshman and sophomore years, I hadn't done anything sexual with a boy other than kiss or hold hands. I was going to save myself for marriage.
I had turned 18 on a Thursday of my junior year and on that next Saturday, my friends threw me a party at Ashlynn's parents' house who were out of town. We drank, laughed, ate cake and I opened my gifts. It wasn't until the following Saturday, my scheduled birthday party with my mother was to take place. That evening with my friends, I was very tipsy and used an Uber to ride home. I walked inside the house and began to look for Mom. When I opened her bedroom door, there she was on her bed and while on her knees, a guy was standing behind her, fucking her doggie style as another man was on his knees in front of her with his hard cock in her mouth.
"Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I blurted out while quickly closing the door behind me.
Just as the door closed, I could hear my mom yell from behind it, "Britt! Come back in! Honey, come in here!"
I was emotionally torn between the shock of seeing my mom get sandwiched by two men in a wild threesome and the eroticism from seeing my mom get sandwiched by two men in a wild threesome. My sexual inexperience caused me to think it was weird, yet somewhat thrilling and horrifying, yet extremely hot. I have to admit, I was curious.
I reopened the door slowly, peeked my head in while both men had ceased their thrusting, she requested, "Come in here sweetie. You are a woman now and it's time you learn about sex. This is Charlie and Bill and they both work in sales." Charlie nodded his hello while Bill smiled his.
"I'm not sure. I just don't know what to think about all this," I embarrassingly stated while Charlie's cock was still buried in her pussy and Bill's arched erection was clearly wet from her saliva.
"Oh, nonsense, get in here. As a matter of fact, you can finish both guys off for me," she insisted.
Although shocked and hesitant, I entered the room. I was still dressed in my skirt, tight white top with a half jacket, and black open toed heels. Even though I felt nervous, I had just enough alcohol in me to feel uninhibited and willing. Mom pulled away from Charlie, allowing his 7 inches to slip out of her as she sat down on the bed. It was also somewhat strange to see my own mother naked with her giant breasts staring at me.
"Damn, Bev, your daughter is gorgeous. She is even prettier than the pictures on your desk," said the dark haired, muscular Charlie who looked to be in his late twenties.
I smiled when my mom responded, "Thank you. I would like to think she takes after me. Britt, I want you to jerk Charlie off." She then patted the bed beside herself, "Come sit here and do it. Let Mommy see what ya got. Charlie, you stay were you are in front of me."
Up until then, I had never seen or touched a real life cock. With my three inch heels clicking on the hard wood floor, I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to my mother. I was excited to see the veiny, hard dick pointing directly at me. When I was a very little girl, I couldn't say Brittni, so I would call myself Bebe and that nickname stuck as my mom also would call me Bebe from time to time.
"Go ahead, Bebe, grab it and jerk it," Mom encouraged.
I reached forward and while using the overhand grip with my fingers on top and my thumb underneath, I grabbed the hard but spongy cock. I started moving my hand back and forth on it using my mom's caked on vaginal secretions as lube. It was very wet and slimy and the friction allowed me to smell my own mother's pussy. Charlie, leaned back, allowing his fisted dick to protrude forward. I sped up the pace.
"Is this good?" I asked to anyone willing to answer.
Over the smacking sound, my mom divulged her idea, "You're doing great but sweetie, why don't you stand up and swing around to the other side and jack him off on Mommy's tits. He loves cumming on boobs, don't ya Charlie?"
Charlie smiled and agreed, "Uh huh! Let's do it."
I stood, wrapped my left arm around the back of Charlie's waist, and began jerking him off with my right hand in perfect reach-around fashion like I was loading a shotgun.
Mom squeezed her huge boobs together like she was wearing the world's greatest pushup bra and ordered, "Jerk him Bebe. Make him coat my boobs. Come on Charlie, you mustn't keep me waiting."
Having my ear pressed along the side of his rib cage, I could hear his breathing become shallower. I continued to stroke his slippery erection toward my mom's boobs.
"Oh, fuck. Here it comes! Faster! Do in Faster! Ungggg! Ungggg!" Charlie bellowed, just as his cock started spitting all over Mom's tits.