A friend from work offered to give me his old lawn mower, as mine died on me just before the end of the cutting season. Ray said that I only had to come and get it. I was not familiar with that area and made a wrong turn, down a hill, and onto a dead-end street. Three teens were shooting hoops at the cul-de-sac. They gave me a dirty look when I interrupted their game, and one of them called me an asshole.
As I went on my wandering way, I past a woman walking in haste toward them. She looked old enough to be the name-caller's mom, and she had the same facial features as he. I hoped that she was going to scold him for something, as he definitely was a bad boy. I pulled over to watch.
They stopped playing as she approached them, and the supposed mom walked straight to that teen. Instead of slapping him as I wanted, she gave him a passionate kiss. The teen had his arm around her as if she was his girlfriend, while he introduced her to the others. Then, and even shocking to me, the boy pressed her hands on the crotches of his friends. She must have liked what they had between their legs because she squeezed their cocks for more than a few seconds. The four of them then walked into nearby high weeds.
The woman, whom looked twice their age, stood in the middle of the three boys with her arms pumping away. She had to be jerking their cocks. The bad boy then forced her down onto her knees. This horny cougar started to blow the cocks of these teens. From my high vantage point on the hill, I saw the top of her head bobbing on their dicks. I wanted to watch more, but I had to get going and find Ray's house. I wondered if she fucked for all of them, too.
My work buddy helped me load the gift mower into my trunk and offered me a beer. We had a couple of brews and were shooting the shit, when in walked the same woman that I just saw having a fling with the three teens. Ray introduced her as his wife, Jan, and I choked on a swig of my beer. No fear of her recognizing me; her entire attention focused on those boys at the end of the street.
Jan must have had fun with her young boyfriends, for I spotted what looked like bird shit matted in her hair. Her knees were red, and I saw dried cum at the corners of her mouth. Ray commented that she has been keeping in shape and goes for a long walk, everyday. I joked that it was almost as good for you as having sex. Ray said that he would take fucking over walking. Jan just shook her head at our male humor, before she excused herself. He asked his wife if she saw their son, Jimmy, in her travels. She said no. He told me that they worried about the eighteen-year-old getting into trouble.
Ray and I were drinking and tinkering in his garage. I almost shit myself, when their son, Jimmy, came home. It was the same teen that shot hoops and called me an asshole. The same boy that Jan hustled to meet at the dead-end street. She was his mom. I watched while she sucked her own son's dick along with those of his two friends. Jim went inside without saying hello. I asked Ray if I could use the bathroom. As I passed Jimmy's bedroom, I heard him and his mom talking.
"You promised me that they were not going to fuck me, Jim," Jan said.
"You loved every minute of it, mom. You were coming all over their cocks. I asked if you wanted to fuck for them. Did I not?"
"You were licking my pussy when you asked me. Yes, Jimmy, I would have done anything you wanted me to do. I told you that I had a crush on the Baxter twins. I desired to play with their identical big dicks. You arranged that meeting with your same-age friends because I asked to do just that."
"You did not hesitate to drop to your knees, mother. You willingly kissed the head of their cocks. Did you not say that you longed for that moment? You were slobbering all over them."
"Yes, baby, I admit that I wanted to blow them. I had fantasies of doing that to them, ever since the beginning of this summer, when I saw the three of you skinny-dipping in our pool. I could not believe the size of their cocks while they dangled soft between their legs. You knew I was at the window watching when you encouraged them to play with their dicks. You wanted me to see their throbbing erections. All of you had bigger cocks than your dad's little dick. I hoped just you saw me, with my panties down around my knees, while I masturbated at the window along with you. I wanted to blow you boys, then, and do other naughty things that a mom should not do.
The three of you tempted me, all summer long, with peeks of your young and fertile cocks. You squeezed your bulging crotches and flashed your erections whenever you could. All day, I masturbated to erotic scenarios involving me with you and your friends. You instilled thoughts in me to become a slave for your big cocks. An episode occurred in our basement.
All I had on was my bra and panties, as I was taking the clothes out of the dryer. Your father was upstairs, when you lads entered and surrounded me. I knew, right away, you mischievous boys were up to no good. You shushed me with your finger to be quiet. The three of you then lowered your shorts and exposed your genitals to me. I gasped at the sight and size of your cocks. Before my eyes, you jerked on your dicks and made them get big and hard.
You were no more than two feet away and your exquisite erections were well within my reach. Your cocks throbbed in your hands, and you had them aimed at me. Closer you stroked, until I felt the radiant heat of your engorged penises searing my lustful flesh. Clear cum oozed from the swollen crowns and was stringing to my feet. I tried to repress the forbidden feelings for you boys, but to my soul, I desired to stroke your big dicks and blow you.
