"Ready, begin!" Trumpeted the in-game voice. There was a hail of gunfire, and sparks from every angle. Swords clashing and spell effects nearly blinded me with my glassy, tear-filled eyes. I concentrated to my utmost ability on timing the i-frames for dodges and getting as many sucker punches in as possible. I did everything I could in-game to win. But then I heard grunting. Sean's hoarse breathing completely broke my concentration as I was no longer able to think about attack timings and combos, and images of what was happening behind me were swimming through my mind.
Images of my naked mother swimming in a sea of veiny, crooked purple cocks all twitching and leaking precum onto her thighs and ass. My mother was doing the backstroke when a cock snaked its way up between her ass cheeks and was writhing to invade her tight butt hole. She could only squeal helplessly as more and more cocks descended upon her from every angle, hungrily seeking a vacant orifice or a soft fold of her flesh. And just like that, I was dead. My lapse in concentration lasted for what felt like minutes but the in-game clock showed I was dreaming about my mom for just three seconds.
I groggily turned around to look at my mom and I saw that Sean had ceased his thrusting now and was gasping for breath while still lying on her. He had obviously just cum inside her, and my mom still looked as peaceful and angelic as she always did. Now only this time her face, neck, and chest were completely wet and a fat, greasy virgin was panting on top of her. Ex-virgin. This thought wormed its way through my brain like a parasite, taking bites out of every happy memory I had of my beautiful mother. My mommy. My mommy that was currently being used as a sex-doll. My mommy who was being used as a cum dumpster for these dirt bags. My mommy whose butt hole was currently squeezing the base of Sean's veiny, purple cock, unwittingly milking it as she sleeps.
A breathy, groaned "oh fuck yeah" escaped Sean's lips as he began to push himself up and see his dick slide tantalizingly out from between my mother's butt crack. The creamy, wet noise I could hear from here must have been nothing compared to what it looked like, for he had quickly rocked his hips back up against my mom's buttocks and began pumping her with a renewed vigor. The creamy, wet, squelching from my mother's plump, round treasures being plundered was drowned out by the game announcer's "Finish!"
It was Nate's turn again, but I didn't care. It didn't matter who got to go again on my mom. I just wanted it to stop. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. My mommy's holes. Her warm, wet, sucking holes. The next few hours were a blur between me sulking at the base of the couch, and each one of my friends having several turns on top of my mom. They were trading wins at this point, and barely even trying to play as they had their phones out and were now recording mom being pumped and bred.
Nate was especially vicious to my mom, yanking her head this way and that. I thought he was going to hurt her with how hard he gripped the fistful of my mom's hair, and his thrusting was especially bestial. I could have sworn I could see my mother's butt hole still gripping the base of his gnarled, red root as he pulled himself out of the depths of her wet, plump ass before plunging back down into the warm, suckling entrance nestled deep inside.
A long, droning groan escaped Nate's throat as he was presumably emptying his balls up into mom's colon. After a few exasperated gasps for air, he rolled himself off of her to reveal... Mom's butt hole. It was the first time I had seen it this closely. A thin, red g-string was pulled to the side a bit but you could still see the perfectly shaped triangular flower that is my mom's ass hole. All the ridges and wrinkles instantly sprung my cock to life and seeing it wink closed underneath the layer of white slime the teenagers had deposited inside my mom's ass crack felt like a weight had been placed on my chest. Oh how I longed to plunge my own hot, angry, red rod deep into my mother's depths. To rut and breed her like an animal in the wild. To hear her pained grunts to accommodate my overgrown, misshapen root while I deposit rope after rope into her intestines.
That fantasy was short lived however as the sight of mom's beautiful, pink, winking butt hole was now that of Mikey's bare ass. His cheeks flexed in rhythm with his thrusts, likely trying to bottom-out his cock as deep up in my mom's guts as he could reach. I could see that Pat was recording this with his phone and I leaned off to the side so that I at least wasn't on camera. I was behind them and I could see Pat's phone was centered on the part where Mikey's cock disappeared into mom's ass cheeks, only to come back up moist with juices. The churning motions of his hips also indicated he was thoroughly enjoying the texture and tightness of mom's anal entrance, no doubt rubbing and prodding the sides of her guts as well.
They each took turns mounting and breeding mom's entrance to their twisted content. All taking various recordings and sending them to friends and acquaintances to brag about the bombshell milf whose ass hole they're destroying. But soon after Sean had grunted the last of his orgasm out and into my mother, Nate announced that they should take the date into her room. With this, he very roughly grabbed a fistful of my mom's hair and yanked her off the couch and onto the carpet. I was afraid he would break her neck with how forceful he was, but my protests for her safety were only met with sickening giggles. The last I saw of my mother that day was when all of the boys were naked and piling into her bedroom, with my unconscious mother being dragged by her hair and the closing and locking of the bedroom door sealing her fate.
I didn't get much sleep that night, crying and masturbating to the sounds of the orgiastic pleasures those guys were experiencing from my defenseless mother. I could hear the buzzing of various sex toys and the now fervent, rhythmless, creaking of my mom's bed indicating more than one body was thrusting into her now. The wet slapping echoing throughout the entire house and up into my room was only interrupted by the orgasmic release each of the boys were enjoying from her. Soon exhaustion took me and I drifted off to better places, my mind fading as the cacophony of grunting presided my sleep.
I dreamt of mom. Of her perfect, dainty little feet. The long, powerful legs they were attached to, and the plump, heart-shaped ass that mockingly sat atop them. I dreamt that my mother was crying, her mascara running down her face as her gaze was affixed to mine. She looked me in the eye as a great, hairy beast slavered at the sight of her full, globular ass cheeks and positioned to mount her. She and I never broke eye contact as the horrible creature was now viciously rocking her entire body back and forth as its horrible, giant, red cock slid in and out of my mother's ass. Her cries, her pained grunts, her heart-breaking squeals all informed me of how rough he was, how forceful, his rhythm, how big he was, how deep he was. Mom was communicating to me in our own secret language of what the beast was doing to her, and I sat patiently as more and more of the beasts appeared from out of the blackness. Mom's screams of pain turned into gut-wrenching screeches for her very life, as the formless nightmares descended upon her body, feasting on every vacant orifice, fold, and soft part of her perfect, golden form. The last of my dream burned the image of my screaming mother looking to me with pleading eyes as one of the animals had her hair tangled in its teeth, and dragged her into the darkness.
I opened my eyes to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight pouring into my bedroom. Was it over? Was it just another dream? I looked over at the floor to see Sean asleep with a blanket from my mom's bed covering his crotch and stomach. He was snoring loudly and I stepped around him and peered into the office to see the others sleeping just as deeply. What have they done to my mother? What state did they leave her in? These thoughts raced in my mind as I silently tip toed down the stairs and toward mom's bedroom. As quietly as I could, I opened the door to find her asleep in her bed. The musky room stunk of body sweat and cum, but the sight of my mother sleeping peacefully was like Cupid's arrow through my heart. I was assured everything was going to be okay as long as I have my mom. As long as she's safe. I silently inspected the room for any damning evidence of the orgy they had with my unconscious mom. Sex toys, lingerie, high heels, nothing was out of place in her room from what I could tell. Apart from a blanket Sean took from her bed, mom wouldn't be able to detect anything amiss. She's bound to notice the smell in her room however, but that can easily be dismissed by any number of excuses.
I laid in bed waiting for everyone to awaken, and hissing sound of my mom's shower was the first thing I heard to indicate the start of the day. I had to come up with a way to get these guys out of my house and away from my mom as soon as possible. I don't know what they have to say to me or what they'll do to make sure they still get continued access to my mom's warm holes, but I felt that I first had to get my mom on my side. No matter what I would say to these guys, my beautiful mom is the real authority in this house. If she wants these sex-gorged creeps out of her house, there's nothing they'd be able to do.
Mom came upstairs to check on me after her shower, still wearing a bath robe and her hair tied up in a towel. She noticed everyone passed-out on the floor and I could see pangs of guilt work their way onto her face.
She whispered to me, "sweety, why didn't you wake me? I could've set up better sleeping arrangements for them!" Her furrowed brow and big, brown eyes that close to my face was like a blessing. It was nothing to her, but to be this close to a woman as beautiful as my mom after that ordeal was nothing less than exaltation. I loved her. From the bottom of my heart to the tip of my cock, I loved all of her with every fiber of my being.
"Uh it was no big deal mom, no one minded." I said, noting that mom looked behind me to see Sean using one of her blankets to sleep with. Knowing he was naked underneath that very blanket my mother uses to cover her gorgeous body every night gave me feelings of jealousy.
"Oh alright, but next time make sure to wake me up okay?" My mom said with a reassuring smile. God how I wanted to kiss her on the mouth right now. Hands right up her robe with our crotches grinding against each other, I wanted her. Bad.
She started back for her room, down the stairs and I leaned over the top of them to peer down her robe from above. God she's flawless.
I dreaded the moment my friends would all wake up and harass me endlessly for what happened yesterday, but they never did. They talked about it, how it felt, how hard they came, and how sexy my mom was. But they never attacked me as I had predicted. Were they playing mind games with me? Using me for my mom by maintaining the barest semblance of comradery with me? Whatever the answer was, I didn't like it. My brooding was interrupted by my mother's voice from downstairs.
"Boys, breakfast is ready!" I was starving but hearing her say this I knew that this was merely an announcement to every horny, depraved predator in this house to come and feast their eyes on her body once more.
The teenagers all raced down the steps after each other, all in various states of undress. Thankfully Sean put his boxers back on at least, as I especially think he's disgusting to look at. The group of five teenagers all sat at the kitchen table as my mom leaned over to place a huge platter of eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes in front of us. It all looked amazing and delicious, but it was nothing compared to mom. She was wearing a cute, short dress that ended two-thirds up her thighs. Its little baby blue flowers accented the pastel yellow color and the top accentuated her breasts prominently, containing them inside a spacious, breast-shaped fabric that my mom's tits were more than ample enough to fill. You couldn't see down her dress very well unless you were standing behind her, but the moment she placed the breakfast on the table I could tell that Nate and Mikey, the two seated beside her, were feasted on the tit flesh they could see near her arm pits.
"Dig in boys!" My mom cheerfully said as she started toward the sliding glass door.
"Where are you going mom?" I asked, worried she was going to be on her hands and knees with her ass hole and pussy on display for these now dangerous and recharged savages.
"Just gonna do a little gardening today since it's so nice out." She said, my dog Miko lifting his head to see what the noise was and going back to sleep.
An urgent need for my mom to not be bent over and presenting herself in front of my friends began to grow within me, and I was about to protest and propose she should stay inside today before Nate cut me off.
"Hey Catherine, do you like to party?" He said, looking over at her legs with a mouth full of pancakes.
I knew in an instant what he was about to propose but I was again interrupted.
"Well of course! You know when I was your age, I went to all sorts of parties!" My mom claimed with pride beaming on her face. She'd always been the object of men's desires my entire life, and likely even before that. But up until recently I was always relieved to know my mom had very little interest in relationships as most men were simply using her for sex. A string of bad boyfriends and reaffirmed aspirations as a successful business mom steered her far away from the writhing sea of starving men that would paw at her thighs and tits, trying to pull her overboard and feast upon her shapely body. I didn't think I had anything to worry about with my mom until I let these dickheads into my life.
"Well a friend of ours, Tyler, is having a party today at his house and we thought it would be cool if you could chaperone for us?" My stomach dropped like a bowling ball upon hearing this.
"Tyler? Wasn't that one of your old friends, Ian? The really nice one who came over all the time?" My mom had no clue about my excommunication of Tyler from my life. She had no idea of the things he saw in her, and under her, and the thoughts he had of her, and inside her. If there was a single person on this earth that I would never want within a million miles of my mom it was Tyler.
"No mom, Tyler and I aren't friends anymore." I said with impatience. I could have sworn I told her this years ago to explain his sudden absence.
"Well this could be the perfect chance for you to get back together again, isn't it?" My mom piped up with enthusiasm. She was trying to charge me up for the opportunity but she had no idea of the danger she was getting herself into.
"I really don't feel like going, mom. I'd rather stay home, seriously." My mom could sense a real rejection in my voice when I said this, and she smiled her understanding smile.
"Alright sweety. You don't have to go." She said this and a single seed of hope sprouted in my heart. My mom was safe, and we weren't going to go anywhere near Tyler.
"But you boys need a chaperone, don't you? What if something happens? If Tyler's parents aren't home someone responsible should be there to make sure you kids are safe and not doing anything too stupid!"
Too stupid? Mom, you're too stupid. You're walking right into their trap, and the instant you step foot in Tyler's house, they're going to have you on all fours panting like animals as they take turns again gaping and destroying your silky, suckling entrances. I couldn't let her go alone.
"Uh alright mom, if you're going it'd be weird if I didn't go as well." I said dejectedly.
I looked up from my plate to see four toothy grins aimed right at me.
"That's wonderful sweetheart! Now should I change or is this okay?" My mom said, marking the last word with a quick spin to show off her dress to us.
It doesn't matter what you wear mommy. They're going to strip you naked. They're going to take turns breeding you like feral animals mom. They're going to be grunting and rutting your perfect body- again and you're going to let them- again!
"Nah that's perfect, Catherine, keep that on!" Remarked Sean. Hearing him say a single word to my beautiful mother was like poison. The group of boys agreed as I sat and stared at my uneaten breakfast.
Later that day we all piled into my mom's car about to leave for Tyler's party when my mom noticed the defeated look on my face.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" She asked, with her pleading eyes encouraging me to tell her the truth. If only I could mommy. If only I could safely tell you all the things they did to you, and all the things they made you do. The things they know about you mommy, your texture, your taste, your smell, your tightness, your plumpness. They know it all and they took it all from me.
"No I'm alright, just tired." Was always my go-to answer when I didn't want to talk.
"You boys ready to leave? She said, adjusting her rear-view mirror.
"Yup!" They said, as Pat nudged Sean's shoulder to point out my mom's buxom ass and thighs filling her car seat.
I could only look out the window and wait for the car to arrive at the place I expect the rest of me to die. I was completely powerless now, and made no plans to protect my mom. No machinations seemed to work anyway as fate had an iron fistful of my mom's long, wavy hair, and had no intention of giving her back to me. When Tyler's dumpy house came into sight, the pit of my stomach shuddered. I wanted to throw up.
Tyler didn't have a lot of money, and his parents were complete head cases. I think they're drug addicts and the business trips Tyler says they go on are more likely they leave to go shoot up at someone's house for a few days. My mom never did get along with his parents but now her pristine black SUV pulled into their cracked and dilapidated driveway. I looked around before opening the car door to remark on the neighbor's piles of garbage on their front lawn that wraps around to their backyard. This neighborhood was a complete shit hole. How fitting it is then, that my beautiful goddess of a mom would surely be defiled and despoiled in this terrible place.