Nymphomaniac

My mom is white. My dad's black, but I never knew him. So I'm bi-racial, but most people identify me as black. I was raised by my mom and she has always been my rock. I've been in college for two years now and I'll be 20 in June.

After mom divorced Joe, my step-dad, she turned forty and she began acting out a little. She got a big insurance settlement from an accident at work. Suddenly she had a pile of cash. She had a tummy tuck. A few months later she had her boobs enlarged. She always had a nice figure, small and curvy, but after the surgery, she was all boobs.

She bought a red convertible and started dating younger men. There was a different guy every time I came home. She seemed to like young bi-racial men, black and Hispanic mostly. I asked her, half joking, if she was having a mid-life crisis and she just shrugged.

"I don't know," she said, "I'm having fun."

One night I came home unexpectedly and two strange cars were parked in the driveway. The lights were on downstairs, but when I let myself in, nobody was in the kitchen or the living room. There were cut lemons and open bottles of vodka and tequila. Someone was having a party, but where were they?

I climbed the stairs and that was when I saw my mother through the open door of her bedroom at the end of the hallway. She was naked on her king size bed All I saw was a blur of breasts and blond hair. A young black guy was standing beside the bed, naked. His hands were on her ass, having her from behind. Kneeling in front of her was another young guy. He looked Hispanic or maybe part Asian. She had his cock in her mouth.

I froze for a minute. Then I backed up quietly, hoping I could disappear down stairs unseen. Unfortunately, I bumped into a vacuum cleaner and they all looked up and saw me. I turned and went down the stairs. Then I drove back to school. On the way, my phone started blowing up. It was mom of course.

I love my mom and I would never judge her. I just didn't know what to say. I didn't want to be the cause of her feeling bad. I picked up the phone.

"Hi mom," I said.

"Hi Darryl. Where are you?"

"Driving back to school; I was coming to see you, but it's ok, I'll come another time."

"Oh Darryl, I wish you had warned me. Way to surprise your mom! I'm so embarrassed that you saw me like that."

"It's ok mom. I should have warned you. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, I'm the one who should be sorry. I hate that you had to go back to school. Listen, promise that you'll come down next weekend. I want to make this up to you. We'll spend the whole weekend together and I'll have you to myself. Ok?"

"Ok mom. Sounds good," I agreed. What else could I say?

So the next Friday I drove home again. Mom welcomed me with a lasagna and her special garlic bread. It was a great homecoming and she was especially attentive. We watched a comedy on Netflix. Then she began talking about what had happened.

"Darryl, I need to talk to you about last weekend. It's been bothering me so much that you saw me like that. I don't know what you must have thought. You can say I'm going through a mid life crisis or whatever. It's a big change for a woman to turn forty. I have been making some poor choices I guess. Please forgive me for embarrassing us both."

I put my arms around her and hugged her tight.

"Mom, you don't have to apologize for anything. I love you and I want you to be happy. If you want to experiment a little, go ahead. Have fun! You deserve it. The k**s where I go to school are doing way more, so don't worry. It didn't faze me one bit."

I was lying, but what the heck. I wanted my mom to know I had her back no matter what.

My mom looked relieved when she saw that I meant it. We talked a bit more and then we decided to have an early night. I changed into pajama bottoms and a tee shirt and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Mom appeared in the hallway in her robe.

"Darryl, would you mind coming in my bed for a while? I still feel insecure I guess. I just want my son to cuddle me and make me feel loved. Come in and warm the bed up for me. Ok? Then go back to your own bed and sleep. Just humor me, ok?"

"Ok mom," I smiled, "I'll be there when I brush my teeth."

Mom and I have always been affectionate. I often cuddle her in bed before she goes to sleep. I brushed my teeth and walked down the hall to her door.

Mom was already in bed and her robe was on the chair. I wondered what she was wearing. I pulled back the covers and slipped in between the sheets, feeling her beside me.

"Oh you're nice and warm," she said in a low voice, "get closer. Warm me up."

I slid across the bed and she pressed against me. She was wearing a sheer, white nylon night dress. As I lifted the covers to move closer, I saw her firm breasts sticking through the material. My cock stiffened. I put my arms around her gently, making sure I didn't brush against her breasts. The scent of her perfume was sweet and feminine and her body felt amazing in lingerie. I couldn't help it! I was fully erect.

To make matters worse, I have a really big cock. It's an accident of genetics, like big feet or big ears. I just have a big cock. I guess I got it from my father. I have never measured it, but it's well over ten inches, maybe over twelve fully erect. Guys who brag about their size are usually arguing in the six to eight inches range. That's the average. A big cock for them is nine inches. Trust me. A really big cock like mine is a rarity.

As I cuddled mom, I held myself away from her so my erection didn't touch her. It was so cozy in her bed and the pillows were so soft. I must have drifted off. I awoke with a start. I must have slept for half an hour. Mom had turned the bedside lamp out and all I could see was the red glow of the numbers on her alarm clock. It was 11.30.

Then I realized how close we were. I had a raging hard-on and it was pushed almost between her cheeks through her thin panties. The head was jutting out of my pajamas and my bare cock was touching her through her nightdress. I wondered if I had been dreaming something horny and rubbing my cock against my mom in my sleep. To make matters worse I had my arms around her and my hands were on her breasts.

I tried to gently move them without disturbing her, but she let out a low giggle and I realized she was awake.

"Oh God mom," I said, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to touch you like that!"

"Don't worry Darryl," she reassured me, "they're hard to avoid. But now that you have your hands there, squeeze them and tell me how they feel. Do they feel fake to you?"

I was totally taken aback. "Are you serious?"

"Yes!" she said, "I spent a lot of money on these boobs and I want to know how they feel to a guy."

Very hesitantly, I squeezed her breasts. They were big and firm and her pointy nipples were sticking through her nightdress.

"Don't be afraid," she said, "squeeze them and tell me if they feel natural or not."

I gently squeezed her breasts and ran my hands over them. I thought I heard her sigh but I couldn't be sure. Her breasts felt great and my hard cock was now dripping. I tried to pull it away from her but it was difficult while I was touching her breasts.

"They feel natural to me mom." I didn't know what else to say.

"Oh good," she said. "Thank you for doing that. Talking about big things, you had yours pressed against me while you were sleeping. I couldn't help but notice your size Darryl. My God you are huge! I remember even as a little boy you were big, but I never thought it would get like that!"

"Oh yeah," I said, "It has a mind of its own sometimes. Sorry if it got fresh while I was sleeping."

"That's alright Darryl," mom said. "I know you didn't mean anything by it, but now I'm curious. I have never seen one that big. Do you mind if I touch it? I just want to see how it feels in my hand."

"Ok," I said, "but be careful. Being close to you like this has got me all worked up. Sometimes a woman's touch makes me go off like a geyser. Be gentle and it'll be ok."

I felt her fingers on my pajama pants, caressing me through the cotton. Then she slid her hand inside and stroked my naked, burning shaft. Her hand was cool. She ran her fingers down to the base and up to the head, feeling the length.

"Oh my God!" she said, "You are huge! Just let me feel how wide you are."

She wrapped her cool fingers around my shaft and squeezed it.

"Oh!" I moaned, "If you do that I'll explode!"

"Oh sorry Darryl," she said, giggling, "I wasn't thinking!"

She loosened her grip and then she lightly stroked my shaft up and down.

"My God!" she said, "I have never felt anything like it! I know I'm not supposed to touch it, but I'm your mother and I used to wash you in the bath. Let me just squeeze it one more time Darryl, I promise I won't make you explode."

She squeezed me gently a few times. Then she gripped me firmly. I moaned and she began lightly jerking me off.

"Does that feel nice?" she whispered, "You have such a big one! Is it wrong for me to stroke it?"

"Oh Mom," I said, "It feels nice but I'm going to cum if you keep doing it!"

"Baby I want to feel you release," she whispered, "It's exciting. Pull down your pants and let me do this."

I pulled my pants down and she threw off the bedclothes. Now she had my big black cock fully exposed. I was dripping sap down her hand. My mom knelt on the bed beside me. Her eyes were bright and her pale breasts and dark nipples were sticking through her nightdress. I glanced at her panties. There was a damp patch on the satin.

Mom licked her lips as she worked on my cock.

"Does it feel good?" she asked, looking in my eyes.

"Yes mom," I said, "Oh yes!"

She saw me looking at her breasts and she held my rigid cock up, so it was pointing at them.

"Do you like the way they look?" she asked. "Was it worth the money?"

"Oh yes," I said. I started overflowing. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Yes Darryl," mom said, pumping my cock gently with her hand, "Yes, yes, yes."

She held my cock upright and pointed it at her face as my orgasm came on hard. I shot two big jets of cum all over her face. Cum dripped down her cheeks and her lips.

"Oh yes baby," she moaned, licking my thick white cum off her lips, "cum for mommy!"

Another long jet soaked her neck and her hair. I shot jets on her nightdress and her pillow and I kept squirting all over her and the bed. I always cum a lot, but she made me cum more than I ever had in my life.

When it finally stopped she was covered in it. She was smiling.

"Oh my!" she said. "That was spectacular. You are like the Fourth of July!"

I lay back on the pillow fully satisfied. She glanced at her soaked nightdress.

"I should take this off," she said. "Do you mind?"

She slipped it off and now her pale breasts and stiff pointy nipples were exposed, right over my face. She ran her hands over them and made the nipples stand out even more.

"Do you want to see how they feel naked?" she asked.

I touched her bare nipples and caressed them with my fingers.

"Can I kiss them?" I asked.

"Ok," she said, "I can't refuse you anything now."

I pulled her down and kissed her nipples. They were sticky and smelled of cum.

She was panting and she ran her hands over her thighs.

"Oh yes honey, suck them."

I licked and sucked her jutting breasts. My cock was throbbing. I was ready to cum all over again. She gripped my shaft in both hands.

"Did you ever wonder how you got such a big one?" she asked me in a teasing voice.

"I guess my dad," I said. "I haven't really thought about it."

"I don't think it was your dad," she said, "he wasn't big like you. Let me show you something."

Mom rolled her panties down over her hips. She slipped them down her thighs and I gasped as I saw her bare pussy. Between her shaved lips, her dark pink clitoris stood out more than an inch. It was huge, like a small, erect penis. The tip poked out of the hood like the head of a cock. It was obvious that she was very aroused.

"Isn't that something?" she asked. "I can make it even bigger."

She stroked it until it stood out stiff and swollen. She used both hands, her pretty fingers sliding up and down on either side of her hood. Her clit grew and stiffened.

When it was really big, she guided my hand to her belly. I ran my fingers over the scar where she got the tummy tuck. Then I touched her clitoris.

Usually a woman's clit is so small that it's hard to even see it properly. Mom's was so big that all the parts were well defined. The hood was retracted and her clitoris stuck out almost like the shaft of a cock with a swollen pink head on the end.

I stroked it and she writhed in pleasure. Her lips were open and juicy and I slid my middle finger inside her tight, slippery passage and fingered her for a few moments.

Then I removed my juicy fingers and rubbed the thick juice on her stiff clit until it was all wet and shiny. Her hot scent made my cock rock hard. I knelt beside her and rubbed the tip of my cock on her clit and she moaned in pleasure.

"O Darryl that's dirty to touch it with your big thing," she panted, "You're going to make me cum if you rub me like that!"

She pressed against me, gluing her lips to my shaft and sliding up and down. She moaned rhythmically, her eyes closed, rubbing herself off.

"Oh yes," she groaned, "that's it baby, I'm going to cum. Oh! Oh! Oh yes!"

I felt her spasms. Then she went limp in my arms. I was holding my naked mom. Her bare tits touched my chest and her swollen pussy was glued to my cock. I could smell her on my fingers and my hand was caressing her glorious ass.

I realized that my mom's mid life crisis had turned her into a nymphomaniac. She was so aroused that she couldn't stop herself, even with her own son. I might be the only one with any self control, in this situation.

But she was looking in my eyes with such desire. She was passively offering me her naked, fragrant body. Her erect clitoris, her scented juicy lips, her big breasts and stiff nipples. Her slender fingers stroked my black cock. How was I going to stop myself from spreading her pale thighs and going all the way?


Darryl's mother continues the story...

I woke up early with bright sunlight shining on my face. As I came to, I noticed the top sheet was stuck to my breasts. I peeled it off and saw I was covered in dried cum. Then I remembered the night before.

My son Darryl was back from college for the weekend. When we were going to sleep, he came in my room and cuddled on the bed to keep me warm. Then he fell asleep. After a time, I noticed he was aroused. He pressed himself against me in his sleep and his hands were wandering over my body like he was dreaming about a girlfriend. I didn't want to wake him, but I was concerned that something might happen, so I gently shook him.

He was embarrassed, but unable to conceal his arousal, so I decided to help him out. I thought it would calm him down. While he was sleeping I couldn't help but notice that my son is extremely well endowed. I admit I was curious so I gave him a helping hand and soon he ejaculated like a fountain.

I thought that would calm him down, but it seemed to make him more excited. His erection stayed hard and soon he was sliding it all over me. He was so big and forceful, I thought I wouldn't be able to stop him, but he knew it would be wrong to take advantage of his mother.

I told him to masturbate once more and then go to his room and go to sleep. I had on rather a sheer nightdress and I lay back on the pillows. He knelt on the bed and jerked off, as he looked at me. He kept asking me to show him my body and I couldn't resist him.

I admit I was excited too. My nipples were hard and my clit was standing to attention. I have an unusually large clitoris and I began to touch myself. I knew I was crossing a line, but I couldn't help it. Darryl watched me and soon he jetted big squirts all over me.

I told him it was time for us to go to bed and he left, rather reluctantly. I rook off the nightdress, which was soaked and wiped myself off with tissues. Then I pulled the sheet over me. I knew it was wrong to excite my son, but no actual sex had taken place. Darryl was a young man. He had needs. So did I. We helped each other to release our tension. Where was the harm? I drifted off to sleep.

Some time later, I felt the sheet being gently raised off me and through a haze of sleep I was aware of Darryl. He was standing by my bed masturbating over my naked body. I had woken up out of an erotic dream and in my sleepy state I was quite aroused. Darryl rubbed the head of his penis on my stiff clitoris and stroked me to an intense orgasm. I heard him groan and felt wet splashes on my breasts and belly. Then he pulled the sheet back over me and I drifted off to sleep.

After a few hours, I was awakened again as the sheet was lifted. In the dim room, I could see Darryl jerking off furiously over my nude body. I was very aroused too. I spread my legs and touched my erect clit. Then I caressed my full breasts as he watched. Soon he soaked me again. He pulled the sheet over me and I fell into a deep sleep.

I wasn't sure how many times Darryl visited me in the night, but the sheets were stuck to my body firmly and my breasts and belly were covered in his residue.

As usual, in the morning my clitoris was painfully swollen. I stroked it for a while, but stopped before I reached orgasm. Instead, I went to see how Darryl was feeling after his night's adventures.

I put on some panties, wrapped a thin silk robe around my body and slipped on a pair of heels. Then I walked down the hall to Darryl's room. I knocked gently. There was no reply, so I pushed open the door. Darryl had thrown off the bedclothes. He was naked on the bed with a huge erection.

I knelt beside his bed and shook his shoulder gently until he began to awake.

"Darryl," I whispered, "It's morning, do you want something to eat?"

He came to and opened his eyes.

"Hi mom," he smiled. Then he became aware that he was naked. "Oh, I'm sorry" he said, covering himself with a cushion

"That's ok," I whispered, "I'm your mom and I have seen it all before you know."

"Yes," he smiled. He seemed to recall last night's adventures.

"I would think you'd be resting by now. You released a lot of energy last night."

"Yes," he said, "I'm sorry if I woke you."

"It's alright," I said, "As long as it helped you sleep."

"Yes it did," he smiled again, "but I'm excited again. Can you show me some more?"

"Okay," I said, "If it helps."

I couldn't help being flattered that my handsome son took such pleasure in my body. I undid the belt and let the robe slide off my shoulders.

Darryl eyed my big breasts and stiff nipples. I pinched and caressed them to make them stick out more and he began to stroke his erection. As I watched him caress his massive cock, my clit was swelling in my panties. I was tender and the material irritated the sensitive tip. I slipped my panties down and left them half way down my thighs.

Darryl eyed my swollen clit longingly. He looked up at me..

"Do you want to touch it Mom?" he asked eagerly.

"If you'd like me to, I will," I said

I licked my finger tips and moistened the tip. Then I made an inverted V with my index and middle finger and slid my engorged clitoris between my two fingers. Darryl watched.

As I stroked myself I moved in my heels, grinding my hips provocatively. Darryl was hypnotized. I smelled the hot scent of my sex as I moved closer to give him a better view.

My damp panties were stretched between my thighs and my slippery, scented peach was inches from Darryl's face. He got on his knees and his big black cock head dripped on my thigh, coating me with his slippery juice.

The muscles in my calves and thighs were stiff with tension as I teased myself closer and closer to the edge. I moaned with excitement and Darryl ejaculated thick cum all over my thighs.

"Mmmm!" I groaned, pulling my hand away from my clitoris before I climaxed and rubbing Darryl's cum into my skin.

"All that protein is so good for me!"

I slid my panties off and dropped them on his pillow.

"You can have these," I said. "I'm going to make us some eggs."

After breakfast, I showered and carefully shaved my armpits and my pussy. My clit was throbbing and I rubbed it, but I didn't let myself climax. I liked the feeling of being aroused. I loved the way Darryl looked at me as he masturbated. I looked forward to our day together.

It was nice and sunny so we went to an outdoor pool after breakfast. I wore a light sundress over my new white bikini with a pair of heels. We spread our towels and got situated. Then I took off my sun dress. My bikini top covered my breasts but the bottom was a thong so my ass cheeks were exposed. We sunbathed by the pool and I soaked up the sun and the attention from the young guys who were fooling around in the water.

The warm sun on my skin and the thrill of being almost naked in a public place was exciting. I felt my lips swell and I soon had a major camel toe in my skimpy white panties. My clit was protruding and the bulge was noticeable. Men always notice the outline of my peach in a bathing suit. As a young girl I was embarrassed at how obvious it was, but as I noticed how boys' eyes were drawn to my panties, I began to enjoy it.

Darryl lay on a towel beside me. I knelt beside his face and spread suntan oil on my shoulders. Through his shades I could see him staring between my thighs. I pulled my panties tighter to accentuate the outline of my lips. Then I turned a little and straightened the thong, giving him a view of my tan globes and the deep crevice between. My swollen pussy and tight asshole were barely covered.

Darryl was filling out his bathing suit and I knelt by his face a little longer as I fixed my hair. An attractive older guy sitting opposite us had his eyes glued to my panties too. This was turning into a fun morning.

"I'm going to cool off in the pool," I told Darryl.

I sat on the side of the pool with my legs in the water. Two young guys noticed me and soon their eyes were drawn between my thighs. I had been teasing myself to the edge of orgasm repeatedly for the past few hours and now I was really swollen and aroused. My lips were engorged and my clit was standing straight out

The guys swam closer and began horsing around and splashing a few feet from me, as they stole glances between my thighs. I let them stare at my peach for a while, then I pulled myself away and went back to lay beside Darryl.

I was so horny that I could barely keep still. My tits were swollen and my nipples were protruding through my bikini top. Darryl must have picked up my vibrations because he asked me if I was ready to go home. We collected our stuff. In the car on the way home I put my hand on Darryl's thigh and slid my fingers lightly over the bulge in his cut-offs.

"Are you uncomfortable?" I asked, "Looks like you're a little jammed up in there."

Darryl put his hand over mine and pressed my fingers against his bulge..

"Will you help me calm down Mom?" he pleaded.

"We're almost home," I said, "Can you wait a few minutes? I promise I'll help, but why don't you let it out of those tight shorts?"

Darryl unzipped his shorts and undid the button. His erection was released and it stood straight up. I gasped in spite of myself.

"Oh my," I said, "look at that! Can I touch it?"

"Please!" he moaned.

Trying to keep my eyes on the road, I caressed his stiff young cock as the drips coated my fingers. I didn't want him to go off in the car before we got home so I took my hand away. Soon we pulled into the driveway and I pushed the garage door opener.

Inside, he stripped off his shorts and I pulled off my sundress. I entered the kitchen wearing only my heels and the bikini.

"Do you want to see?" I asked.

He was holding his dripping shaft, his eyes moving all over my body. I unhooked the clasp and let the cups slide off my big firm breasts. The released nipples were hard and distended. It felt good to strip. I pointed down at my camel toe.

"Do you want to see this too?"

Darryl nodded. I slid the panties down my thighs and exposed my swollen lips and clitoris. Now I was naked except for my heels.

I bent over, leaning against the kitchen island and shoved out my ass and pussy. He came up close behind me as he jerked off, aiming his thick black cock between my pale cheeks. Then he placed his shaft between my cheeks. He pushed my globes together to form a tight groove and dry humped me.

I leaned against the island feeling the smooth strokes of his big cock. My peach was dripping. I wanted him to penetrate my pussy and my ass, but I controlled myself. This was my son. Even though we were playing in a very inappropriate way, we still had not crossed the line of penetration. Yet my desire was blinding me. How long could I resist?

Darryl slid his long shaft between my thighs and I saw it protruding in front as he dry humped my thighs and rubbed against my dripping lips.

"Oh stop!" I cried out, alarmed, "You're getting too close, you can't put it in me Darryl, even if we want it, it's wrong."

But it was too late. I felt him slide into my dripping aching peach and I surrendered to his need. Darryl gripped my ass cheeks and pounded me with his huge cock and I moaned aloud with pleasure. The feeling of doing something so forbidden was driving me over the edge. I felt my pleasure rise and rise and an intense orgasm washed over me.

My spasms gripped Darryl's thick black shaft as he rode me to orgasm after orgasm. Then I felt him swelling inside me and he yelled out as he filled me with his thick cum. I felt it overflow and drip down my thighs as Darryl rammed his cock home and possessed me fully. As the waves of our orgasms ebbed, he pulled out of me, turned me around and pressed my naked body against him.

"Take me upstairs," I whispered in his ear, "I need you inside me again. I think I'm addicted."


Darryl kept me in bed all afternoon. His stamina was amazing. But finally I told him we needed a break to eat something. We showered and I made us grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches. We ate silently, basking in the afterglow. Then he said he wanted me to visit him at college the next week to surprise his friends. Most of them did not know his mother was Caucasian and he wanted to see their faces when he introduced me.

He asked me to go to the mall with him so he could buy me something to wear when I met his friends. I told him I had plenty of dresses and he didn't need to buy me anything, but he was insistent.

"You look amazing Mom, but you don't show off your legs enough," he told me, "It's summer! You need some short dresses to do you justice."

I was flattered, so we went to the mall.

When I saw the kind of dresses he had in mind for me, skimpy, barely-there, gauzy little nothings designed for 18 year olds, I told him there was no way I could wear them.

"I'm too old," I said, "I'll feel ridiculous."

"Just try these on Mom," he insisted, pressing three hangers into my hand.

I tried the first one on and looked at myself critically from every angle in the cramped dressing room mirror. It barely covered my panties, but it really showed off my legs. With my tan I had to admit I looked pretty damn good. I peeked out of the dressing room and beckoned Darryl to come see.

"Oh my God!" he choked, "Pleeease say you'll wear it!"

"Ok," I said, "If you're that excited about it, I guess I will."

The next two dresses also looked surprisingly good, although one was pure stripper. Of course that was the one Darryl liked best.

He paid for all three dresses along with some light sandals with 4" heels to go with them.

That night I tried the new things on for Darryl in my bedroom. He had me pose like he was a photographer and I was a model. He brought up a high stool from the kitchen and asked me to sit on it in the shortest dress. I had on a pair of white sheer panties and with my legs crossed I was flashing everything.

He was staring at me hard and seemed lost in thought. I was curious. "What's going on in that dirty little mind?" I asked.

"Oh," he said, "I'm just imagining what my friends are going to think when they see you."

"Dressed like this? They're going to think your mom is a total slut, Darryl! Why do you want me dressed like this?"

"It turns me on!" he said, "You are the ultimate Mom they'd Love to Fuck. When they are drooling and fantasizing, they won't know that I'm the one who gets to do what they want to do. That is, unless you..." he paused.

"Unless I what?" I asked, feeling my color rise. "Unless I what?"

"Don't get mad Mom," he pleaded, "it's just a fantasy. Of course it could never happen, but I'm being honest with you so don't get mad. I have a fantasy about how hot it would be if you... did it with some of my friends."

"Oh really!" I said, trying to look pissed, although I was actually amused and flattered that he would fantasize about me. "Some of your friends? Not just one? Were you thinking your mother might do the whole dorm?"

"No Mom!" he said, trying to calm me down. "I swear, it's just a fantasy and you know, anything goes in a fantasy."

"Ok," I said letting myself be placated, "Well just remember there's a big difference between fantasy and reality."

"I do Mom," he said, "I'm just horny. You've got me all crazy."

"Well look at this," I said, sliding my fingers gently over my bulging camel toe, "Your fantasy got me worked up too. I'm going to strip for you and then you can show me how excited you really are!"

I got off the stool and shook my hips for Darryl while I pulled the little dress over my head. Now I was naked except for a thong and heels. I caressed my big boobs which were overheated and damp with perspiration. The nipples stood out hard and stiff. Darryl watched me, rubbing the bulge in his pants. I peeled the thong down to expose my swollen lips. Then I beckoned to Darryl.

"Can you help me with these?" I asked.

Darryl crawled across the carpet on his knees and pulled the thong down my thighs. Then he kissed my swollen lips and sniffed my scent as I tangled my fingers in his black hair.

"God you smell good," he said. "Can I ask you for one thing?"

"What is it?" I asked.

"Let me take these panties back for my room mates. I'll say they're from a girl I met on the weekend. We do that if we pick up a girl - bring back her panties and let the other guys sniff her. That way, if one of us gets lucky, we all have something to jerk off to."

"Alright," I said, excited by the idea that his friends would be jerking off as they smelled my panties, "but now take me to bed."

Darryl picked me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me down, but instead of pulling my panties off, he pulled them back up. Then he slid the crotch aside, pulled out his big cock and entered me.

"I want the scent of us fucking on your panties for them to smell," he whispered in my ear. That got me so hot that it wasn't long before I soaked the thong. Soon after that, Darryl groaned in my ear as he thrust deep inside me, ejaculating over and over.

He continued to fuck me with my panties stretched around his cock until they were soaked in my juice and his cum. When he fell asleep, his cock was still deep inside me, throbbing and twitching with pleasure. I lay there enjoying the feeling.

My thong was wrapped around his shaft and I peeled my soaked panties down to rub my clit. I masturbated with his erect cock in me. I came violently with my pussy squeezing and gripping his shaft.

I was even hornier after my orgasm. I wanted to make him cum again, so I gently slid him out of my pussy.

I held him in both hands, and stroked him lightly, feeling his tender cock all slippery with our mixed juices sliding through my fingers. Darryl groaned and twitched in his sleep. I love jerking off a sleeping guy. The combination of a stiff cock and a passive guy makes me feel powerful. I can bring him to the edge and hold him there, feeling his excitement in my fingers. I can back him off and slowly work him up again. I love bringing a guy up and down like that before I let him explode all over me.

Darryl's cock was especially thrilling because it was so thick and hard. As I stroked him I sensed every spasm of excitement as he got closer to orgasm. I leaned over and brushed his shaft with my nipples. Then I slid him between my sticky breasts until he was thrusting in his sleep. I knew he was almost ready so I knelt over him and slid his head inside me.

He grunted in pleasure as he felt my cunt grip him and he thrust up into my juciness in his sleep. As I rode him, my tits were bouncing and I caressed my nipples. The scent of his cock on my tits was making me very excited, but before I came, he gave a long low moan and ejaculated in me, still fast asleep.

I gently drew back until he slid out of me and cum poured down my thighs. He was still semi-erect. I couldn't resist it. I spent most of the night playing with my son's cock. I jerked him off and rode him several more times. I finally fell asleep dripping with his thick aromatic juice.

The next day Darryl had to return to college, but before he left we made our plans for the following weekend. As he was leaving he said,

"Have you thought any more about my fantasy?"

"We'll see," I said with a smile. After all the pleasure he had given me, I was ready to do anything he wanted, but I wasn't going to tell him that I was becoming his pussy slave. He could discover that for himself.

The next Friday I took off work at noon and drove up to the small mountain town where Darryl went to college. I had booked a room with two queen beds in a nice discreet little hotel and my bags were packed with the dresses he had bought me, several pairs of heels and some sexy lingerie.

When I got to my room, I spent two hours preparing. I showered and shaved and oiled my body. Then I tried on various dresses and shoes until I was happy with how I looked.

Darryl had asked me to meet him at a pizza joint where we would eat with some of his friends. I showed up fashionably late and saw him right away, sitting with two young men in a booth at the back of the restaurant. It was a typical college-town pizza and beer joint, full of young students on a Friday night. I made my entrance and crossed the floor walking slowly and deliberately in my stilettos.

I was wearing the skimpiest of the three dresses that Darryl had bought. It brushed the top of my bare thighs. I had been in the tanning bed all week and my legs were a deep burnished copper. I had oiled them so they shone as I strode across the room. I could feel young men's eyes on my thighs, my breasts and my crotch as I passed.

I walked up to Darryl's booth and stood for a moment. Darryl had risen to greet me but his two friends were still seated, and their faces were at the perfect height to get a good flash of my panties and thighs as I hugged Darryl. Then I sat down beside my son, facing his two friends.

I noticed the resemblance immediately. They were both dark haired and tan with dark brown eyes.

"You two must be brothers," I said, as we all shook hands.

The brothers were from Boston. Their names were Ben and David and they both were tall and dark and slim as well as charming and attractive. As we talked a natural chemistry flowed between us. I kept touching Darryl under the table, feeling his erection straining through his shorts. His hand slid up my thighs and he stroked me through my panties as my dampness penetrated the nylon. I knew he was enjoying observing me flirting with his friends and his arousal made it all the more fun.

I don't remember what we talked about at the pizza place. That part of the evening was a blur of eye contact and of checking out and being checked out by the brothers. I found plenty of excuses to go to the ladies room so I could toss up the hem of my dress and flash my thighs as I passed their faces and expose my swollen camel toe as I sat down again. I did a lot of bending over to rustle in my bag also, so the boys could stare down my well-exposed cleavage. When we finished eating, Darryl suggested a bar and made sure I was seated on a high stool so I could continue to flash Ben and David.

By this time I was pretty excited, surrounded as I was by three handsome and, I could now see by the bulges in their pants, very horny younger men. I sat on the stool, while they stood around me, crossing and uncrossing my legs and flashing my panties and the deep notch of my camel toe. I also leaned forward a lot supposedly to hear what they were saying above all the loud music, but really to let them see down my dress.

Darryl kept giving me secret smiles and long adoring stares. He liked the show I was putting on. His friends seemed spellbound and they looked shocked, when I suddenly said,

"Well, I ought to be getting back to my hotel room. It's late for me and I know you boys have better things to do than spend the whole evening with your friend's mom. It's been really fun, Ben and David, I have so enjoyed meeting you both."

I gave each of them a smoldering look and then reached for Darryl's hand.

"Darryl, help your old mom down off this stool please," I said.

Darryl gave me his hand and as I stepped down I tottered slightly on my heels and steadied myself against Ben. He put his arm around me and David put his hand on the small of my back, just above my ass. I smiled at both of them.

"Thank you," I said, "I must be I'm dizzy from the altitude on that stool, or perhaps it's the wine."

"Ok," Darryl said, "I'm going to walk my mom to her hotel. I may see you guys later. Where are y'all thinking of going?"

"Oh we don't have anywhere to go," Ben said smoothly, "we'll walk with you to the hotel if you like."

"You don't need to do that," I said, "We don't want to take you out of your way, do we Darryl?"

"No mom," he said, "we really don't. You guys are fine, go ahead and I'll catch you later."

"Oh no," said David, "really, we insist, we need a walk anyway to clear our heads."

"Well," I said, "the age of chivalry is not dead. So walk me back to my hotel."

Darryl made the trip enjoyable, telling stories and jokes. He got us all laughing on the way and everyone seemed to relax. When we stood outside the softly lit entrance to the little boutique hotel, I said,

"Thanks so much for escorting me, I'm fine here, though I feel I should invite you in for a night-cap since you've been so gallant."

"That's ok mom," Darryl said, "we're good..."

"Oh no," Ben interrupted, "I would love to have a nightcap with your mom Darryl, do you mind?"

Darryl looked at me and held the boys in suspense for a long moment. "Are you sure mom?" he finally asked.

"Of course," I said, "I'm surprised that you'd want to spend more time with me, but please, let's have a glass of wine in my room. The bar downstairs is too noisy."

We crossed the lobby and took the elevator to my floor. I opened the door to the cozy room and we raided the mini-bar. Darryl and Ben had Heinekens and David and I chose white wine. I sat on the edge of one bed and Darryl lay on the other. Ben and David sat on the floor where they had an excellent view up my dress.

We talked quietly and had more drinks. Ben and David's eyes kept drifting to my thighs, fascinated by my camel toe. I could see in the mirror behind them that it was nicely defined through my thin white panties. My lips were very swollen from all the attention. The boys were so involved in our flirtatious conversation that they hadn't noticed Darryl hadn't said anything in a while, although I did.

I looked over at him and then tiptoed to his side. I touched his arm and whispered to him,

"Darryl? Are you awake?"

There was no answer. I pulled the covers around him and placed a pillow by his head.

"Darryl's out for the count," I said, "I didn't even notice he had fallen asleep. Did you?"

"No," David said.

"That's ok. I thought he might end up sleeping over, that's why I got the room with two Queen beds."

"Should we leave?" Ben asked reluctantly.

"If you want," I said, "please go if you need to, but I'm not that tired. I could have one more glass of wine before I turn in."

We all had another drink and I slid down on the floor with Ben and David.

"I'm coming down here so we can talk quietly," I said, "Let's not wake Darryl."

I was sitting with my back resting against the end of the bed and I patted the rug on either side of me.

"Come sit here," I whispered, "so we can talk really soft and not wake Darryl."

With one brother on either side of me, I turned from side to side, whispering in their ears and letting them whisper in mine. Their breath was on my face and our eyes and lips were close. Then, as I turned to answer Ben, he kissed me full on the mouth.

"Oh," I said, as we broke away, "that was unexpected."

"Can I join in?" David whispered as he gently turned my face to him and kissed me deeply.

David ran his hand up my thigh, making me shiver. Ben was kissing my neck and running his mouth down to the tops of my breasts. David caressed me through my panties.

"Oh God," he groaned, "you are so swollen and wet..."

They lifted my dress over my head and removed my bra. Then two hot mouths were sucking my nipples. I ran my fingers through their dark hair, sighing with pleasure.

"Oh yes," I whispered a little louder than necessary, "I want you both inside me."

David stripped off my panties and turned me so I was kneeling on the rug like a bitch in heat, offering my juicy shaved peach to whoever wanted it. He mounted me like a stallion mounts a mare. His big cock was rock hard and thick. Ben knelt in front of me, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled my mouth down on his jutting cock.

After a few minutes they changed places. Ben was so excited that he ejaculated as soon as he entered me, choking back his moans as I hissed at him to be quiet.

David watched his brother cum in me.

"I want sloppy seconds," he said. He spread me on my back on the bed and entered me, standing above me. He fucked me slow and hard until I felt his cock twitch.

"Oh yes David," I groaned, "cum in me."

They had both fucked me and cum in me in less than ten minutes. We snuggled on the bed, whispering and then I told them they needed to go before Darryl woke up. The boys dressed and I escorted them to the door. We kissed goodbye so long and passionately that we almost got into another threesome.

When I came back in the room, Darryl was lying on my bed naked stroking his erection.

"Wow," he said, "That was so hot. Come here and let me smell you."

I knelt over his face and let him smell my scented peach. David and Ben's cum was dripping from me. I exuded the strong scent of a woman who has been well fucked.

"Suck me," Darryl said, "I can smell their cocks on you and I'm so horny."

I licked his dripping head until he grabbed me and turned me over and mounted me. His hands were dripping with Ben and David's cum and he rubbed it on my big tits so he could smell their scent as he rode me.

It wasn't long before Darryl pumped his cum in me.

"You're cumming where Ben and David have just been," I whispered in his ear, and that drove him over the edge.

"Tonight I want to fuck your ass and fill it with my cum," he said, "get on your knees."

"Please be gentle," I moaned as I felt his huge head poke at my tight asshole.

He lubed me with the cum that was still dripping from my bruised pussy. Then he worked his head inside me. I groaned with pain as his head opened me up. Once he slipped inside, it was a little easier. He worked it in gently into me, as I opened up for him, groaning and clutching the pillow.

"You're so big Darryl," I pleaded, "please go slowly with me."

"I don't want to fuck you too hard," Darryl whispered, "but I'm going to cum in your ass, so tell me how it felt with Ben and David. Talk dirty and get me off."

"It was so good," I whispered, thankful for something to distract me. "My pussy was so swollen. They were hypnotized by it all night."

"Oh God," Darryl said, moving gently inside me, "I'm getting closer. Tell me more."

"When David finally touched me through my panties, I almost came," I whispered. "His fingers were stroking my clit so nicely through my panties. Then they took my dress off and they both sucked my big tits. That sent shivers through my clit I was touching their cocks and they were dripping. I love to hold a hard cock in each hand. Did you like watching me suck and fuck them baby? Now cum in my ass Darryl, make it yours. Then you can let Ben and David have it."

Darryl groaned and I felt his shaft swell, stretching me. He rammed it all the way in. When the pain subsided I felt his spasms as he ejaculated deep into my tight passage.

"Mmmm," I sighed, "now I'm all yours Darryl. Do what you want with me."