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Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2001 09:10:04 -0500
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Truth or Dare!  By Scorpio00155(c)

   Sighing I listened to the laughter coming from the living room where my
15 year old son Ted and his two best friends were sharing a joke or
something similar.  I sat at the kitchen counter and wished, not for the
first time, that my husband would spend less time working and more time at
home, not just so that I could feel less lonely and frustrated, but so that
he could share our son's growing up.  Another burst of laughter made me
sigh again and a single tear trickled down my cheek, at that precise moment
the kitchen door opened.  I turned my head in surprise to see who it was;
my son smiled at me from the doorway then frowned.

   "What's wrong mum?" he asked crossing the room to where I sat.

   "I'm just in one of those silly moods." I smiled wiping away the tear,
"Feeling neglected and sorry for myself."

   'And so frustrated I could scream!' I added silently to myself.

   At 45 I was not a youngster by any stretch of the imagination and was
supposedly at a point where sex was not something at the top of the list of
needs, only I seemed to need it more and got it less, a damn sight less! 
Okay, I wasn't the girl I was at 20, but I still had a good figure, a
little more rounded, a little softer, there may be a hint of grey touching
my hair and a few more wrinkles, but I could still attract the occasional
wolf-whistle near building sites.  Sometimes I wondered if the reason my
husband spent so much time working was to avoid having to have sex with me,
for sure his drive seemed to have dropped off over the years, but that had
nothing to do with my looks, that was him.

   "Why don't you join us mum?" Ted asked cutting across my thoughts.

   "Don't be silly dear," I smiled stroking his cheek, "you boys don't want
an old bat like me hovering over you."

   "You are not old!" He retorted sharply, "And you're not a bat either! 
More like a deer in my opinion."

   "What?" I smiled wryly, "Flighty?"

   "No," he smiled softly in reply, "beautiful!"

   I think I blinked in surprise at his reply, but it certainly did make me
feel a little better about myself, though no less frustrated.

   "Well," I laughed, " that was a surprise.  Anyway, enough flattery, what
was it you came in here for?"

   "Uh ...  I..." he blushed guiltily, "came to get some cokes."

   He wasn't fooling anyone with that line, he didn't realise that I had
noticed long ago the way he shuffled the soft drinks around in the fridge
to hide the fact that the odd can of beer went AWOL from time to time.  I
had no doubt that he had come to get some beers for himself and his
friends, nor that he had not expected to find me in the kitchen.

   " 'Uh' cokes eh?" I grinned at him deciding it was time to let him know
I knew his secret, "More like a few cans of Stella young man."

   He went an even deeper shade of red, but said nothing; I don't think he
knew what to say.

   "Ted, Ted," I laughed, "if only you could see your face.  Go on, get the
beers and go back to your friends."

   "You aren't mad?" he seemed to breathe with relief.

   "No," I smiled, "I don't mind as long a you are sensible about your
drinking.  Now run along dear, your friends will think you've got lost."

   He grinned and headed for the fridge, taking three cans of beer he went
to leave the kitchen then paused to look at me over his shoulder.

   "You are the greatest mum." He said sincerely, "And that offer to join
us still stands."

   "Go on," I smiled, "the last thing you need is me inhibiting you boys."

   He gave me an odd look, smiled then left the room and I sat back feeling
a little less lonely in the knowledge that if nothing else I had a son that
loved me.  Still, it did nothing to ease my frustration and a moment later
I sighed, and poured myself a large vodka, which I drank off in one long
swallow.  Pouring myself another I looked out the kitchen window and
wondered just what the hell kept me faithful to my husband, it certainly
wasn't the sex.  Laughing at my own thoughts I drained my glass again and
poured myself another large vodka.

   "Mum," Ted's voice sounded from the kitchen doorway making me jump in
surprise, "can I borrow you a minute?"

   "Lord, you made me jump!" I said, then frowned, "What's wrong?"

   "I think it best if you came and saw." He replied.

   Thinking one of the other boys had somehow managed to hurt himself I
nodded and followed him out of the kitchen to the living room.  I'm not
sure what I expected to find, but when I entered the room I saw Ted's two
friends, Mark and Paul, sitting comfortably on the couch with cans of beer
in their hands and grins on their faces.

   "Gotcha!" Ted laughed.

   "Okay," I said shaking my head, "what's going on?"

   "We took a vote mum," Ted grinned, "it was unanimous, we wanted you to
join us in here."

   Laughing I looked at the three boys, Mark was a slender boy with dark
hair and still showing signs of adolescent acne, the fair haired Paul was
the heavier of the three though not 'fat'.  And then there was my Ted, as
his mother I was obviously biased, but he was to my mind the better looking
of the group, his red hair almost the same shade as my own.  All three of
them were grinning at me as I gave in and sat myself down in one of the
armchairs.

   "If you are that determined to have me join you," I laughed, "who am I
to argue.  So what are we up to then?"

   "Not a lot Mrs W." Mark replied, "Just chatting and joking about."

   "Hmmm, how about calling me by name," I frowned at his use of 'Mrs W',
at that moment I did not want to be reminded of my marital status, "it's
Sharon, okay?"

   "Okay Sharon." Mark grinned.

   For about an hour the four of us chatted about things in general, it was
mainly the boys doing the talking as they talked about school stuff, I'd
add the occasional question and add a thing or two from my own school days
in comparison.  From time to time I would sip from my drink, I began to
feel warm and relaxed in the company of my son and his friends, before I
knew it my glass was as empty as their beer cans.  I noticed Paul looking
wistfully at his empty can, hiding a smile at his look I decided that it
wouldn't hurt the boys to have another beer, or me to have another vodka.

   "I'll be back in a moment boys." I said as I rose from my chair and
smoothed down my skirt, "Don't get up to any mischief while I'm gone."

   They gave a chorus of denials that they'd doing anything mischievous as
I left the room; it only took a few moments to get three cans of Stella
from the fridge and to pour myself another large glass of vodka. 
Nevertheless, by the time I got back to the living room the boys had their
heads together as though plotting no good, they greeted my return with
enthusiasm, especially when they saw the beers I had with me.

   "And what makes you think these are for you?" I teased waving the beers.

   "Aww mum," Ted replied, "you know you don't like beer."

   Laughing I gave the boys their beer then sat back to sip at my vodka.

   "So, what have you three been plotting?" I said looking over the rim of
my glass.

   "Just talking about playing a game Mrs ...  I mean Sharon." Paul smiled.

   "A game eh?" I responded with a smile at all three boys, "Sounds fun,
what's the game?"

   "Truth or dare." Mark replied as though I should know the game.

   I must have looked puzzled because my son explained how the game was
played, putting it simply we each took it in turns to answer a question or
do a dare, stating which we wanted to do first, the questions would be put
by the other players and if it was thought that the answer given was false
a challenge could be made.  This was where the game got interesting, if the
one challenged was either proved to have answered falsely, or a vote of the
other players decided this, then the one challenged would have to do a
dare, if the answer was proved to be true or a vote agreed it was then the
challenger had to do the dare.  The game certainly seemed to have some
interesting points to it, especially as I realised that the questions or
dares could perhaps be a little risqu , but what the hell, it was just a
bit of fun.

   "Sounds good to me." I smiled as Ted finished his explanation.

   "Okay Sharon!" Paul laughed.

   "Who goes first?" Mark asked.

   "Ladies first," Ted grinned, "but before we start are we setting limits
or playing unlimited?"

   The boys had to explain what Ted meant by his question, it should have
been obvious and it was once they'd explained that 'limited' meant certain
types of question or dares could not be asked or given, 'unlimited' meant
anything goes.  I was tempted to set limits, but decided to go along with
the majority decision.

   "Unlimited." Paul said.

   "Yeah," Mark grinned, "unlimited for me too."

   "Mum?" Ted asked.

   "You first." I grinned.

   "I'm for unlimited," he laughed, "but we've all played this before."

   "Oh, and that means what?" I asked.

   "Uh ...  well ...  you know," Mark replied with a blush, "we can ... 
uhh..."

   "We know no-one's likely to wimp out, get mad, or stuff." Ted finished
for the blushing Mark.

   I wondered just what the hell these three got up to when they played
this game and if they did it in mixed company or not.  At the same time I
felt slightly challenged by Ted's reply and I decided to show these boys
that the older generation could stay the course as well as they could.

   "I'll have you know that I don't 'wimp out'," I said mock severely, "I
vote unlimited to, so there!"

   Poking my tongue out at them like a petulant little girl burst us all
out in laughter, since I was to go first I decided to test the waters, so
to speak.

   "Truth." I said with a smile.

   "Did you ever bunk off school?" Paul asked.

   "Yes." I grinned, "A lot of times."

   I didn't add that my bunking off after I was 16 was so that I could get
a 'bunk-up', though thinking it reminded me of my lack of 'bunking-up' in
recent years.  And so the game began, for a while none of the questions
were more than amusing, silly things like what our favourite school subject
was, or in my case had been, our favourite food, or TV program.  As we
played I noticed that the boys would at times repeat a question to one
another as their turn to tell the truth or take a dare came round, as for
the dares they were even sillier, like standing on one leg and touching the
tip of your nose with your eyes closed.  Nevertheless it was fun and
another hour just seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, my glass was
almost empty and I was feeling a warm buzz from all the vodka I had drunk.

   "Did you kiss on your first date?" Ted asked me the first of the
questions that bordered on risqu .

   "Yes I did." I grinned.

   When my son's turn came round he chose truth and I jumped in with the
same question he had asked of me.

   "No," he grinned, "though it wasn't for the lack of trying."

   We all laughed at his expansion on the answer, while I wondered just who
his first date had been with.  Then my turn came round again and this time
it was Mark that asked me a question when I said 'truth'.

   "Did you kiss on every first date?" the boy asked with a grin.

   "Yes I did," I grinned in reply, "every time."

   "Damn," Mark laughed, "I wish you were at our school nowadays."

   "Yeah," Paul added with a broad grin, "me too."

   I laughed and told them I wished I were young enough to be back at
school with them too.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw my son open his
mouth as though to say something about my response, but then he must have
decided to hold his tongue.  The game went on and once again it became my
turn.

   "Dare." I said deciding to see whether they would change the dares to be
more risqu too.

   It seemed that once the questions got hotter the dares did too, Paul
gave me a dare to kiss Mark, perhaps it didn't sound like much, but I was
very aware that I was with a group of young, hormonal teenagers.  Still, I
didn't balk, instead I got up, went over to Mark and gave him a brief, but
toe curling kiss, at least it was toe curling for me, I assume he felt the
same by the look on his face when I went back to my chair.  I do know that
brief though the kiss had been it had left me feeling excited, warm and
eager to repeat the experience, something that I got the chance to do as
soon as my turn came round again when Mark got me to kiss Paul when I
answered with 'dare' again.  By the time I sat down again I was feeling
quite flushed.  As it drew close to my turn again I wondered with a little
flutter of excitement whether to answer 'dare' again or not, there was a
risk that one of the boys would dare me to kiss Ted and although kissing
was nothing major there was a wickedness about the thought of kissing my
own son that made me answer 'dare'.  This time Ted jumped in and got me to
kiss both Paul and Mark again, I did and eagerly, but I felt a little let
down that it was not his lips I had mine to.  Growing more flushed and
getting slightly turned on by events I decided to go for truth when my turn
came around again.

   "When did you have your first fuck?" Mark asked almost instantly.

   His use of the word 'fuck' didn't faze me at all; it seemed appropriate
under the circumstances.

   "When I was 15." I smiled remembering what a disaster it had been too.

   My answer obviously intrigued Mark as I could see that he wanted me to
expand on my answer, but I left him dangling.

   And so it went on in the same way for a while longer, though intimate
the questions didn't ask for details or probe too deeply and the dares were
more of the kissing kind than anything else.  My only disappointment in all
this was that somehow Ted kept managing to avoid kissing me or being kissed
by me and I felt a determination grow in me to change that the first chance
I got.

   "What underpants are you wearing Ted," Paul asked my son when he
answered 'truth' on his turn, "briefs, Y-fronts or boxers?"

   "Y-fronts." My son grinned.

   Now I knew damn well that it had been boxers I had put on top in his
drawer and I decided to seize the opportunity to corner him into kissing
me.

   "Challenge!" I laughed issuing the first challenge of the game.

   "Guess you got to prove you are telling the truth." Mark grinned at Ted.

   "I hate to tell you this mum," Ted laughed as he stood up and started to
open his trousers, "but I didn't put the top pair in the drawer on this
morning."

   With that he dropped his trousers, raised his shirt and displayed a pair
of deep blue Y-fronts.

   "Damn!" I laughed, "Okay, what's my dare."

   I was willing him to tell me to kiss him, but instead he got me to kiss
his friends again, definitely nice and exciting, but not what I wanted.  As
I sat down again I noticed that Ted had decided to take his trousers off
instead of pull them up again, mind you it wasn't long before his two
friends were similarly debagged as they got the same question and
challenges from each other.  Seeing three boys sitting there without
trousers gave me a thrill, but though not quite innocuous the situation was
still fairly innocent.  From time to time I found myself giving secret
glances to all three boys, looking at their groins and feeling a little
pleased with myself that both Paul and Mark were showing signs of getting
erections from having kissed me so many times.  Unfortunately my son was
sitting in such a way that I couldn't see if he was showing any signs of
excitement from watching me with his friends and I got the impression he
had sat himself this way deliberately.

   Things seemed to cool down for a few rounds and I began to wonder if the
game would wind up soon while hoping we could continue.  I got my wish when
I answered 'truth' a little while later.

   "Do you wank?" Paul asked me.

   "I sure do." I laughed, "As often as I can."

   "Oh wow," Mark exclaimed with interest, "with just your fingers or do
you use anything else."

   "Ahem," Ted interrupted with a grin before I could answer, "one question
at a time."

   "Oh, yeah, right." Mark grinned.

   "Never mind," I laughed, "maybe you can ask that question next time
round."

   Goodness knows why I offered him the opportunity to do ask his question,
but as soon as I had said 'truth' on my turn Mark asked the same question
about how I masturbated.

   "Well," I laughed suddenly feeling abandoned, "that depends on how much
time I have.  Sometimes I just use my fingers, others I use a vibrator."

   A quick glance told me that both Mark and Paul had been excited not only
by my answer, but also by my having answered them at all and so openly. 
Both boys looked at each other and grinned then looked at Ted, out of the
corner of my eye I saw him give a weak half smile to which Mark and Paul
responded by grinning even more broadly.  Something had passed between the
three of them in that series of looks and I suspected it was connected with
me, whatever it was my son had not enthused about, but had seemed to agree
with.  Thoroughly intrigued now I waited to see what was to happen next.

   "Truth." I said as my turn came round again.

   "What colour panties are you wearing?" Paul asked quickly.

   "Pink." I answered immediately.

   "Challenge!" Mark cried.

   Somehow I just knew there was going to be a challenge to that question
no matter what answer I had given, looking at Mark I laughed and stood up.

   "I guess I need to prove it," I said feeling a thrill run through me,
"and since you boys proved what you were wearing by taking off your
trousers it seems only fait I take of my skirt.  Yes?"

   "Oh yeah!" Mark answered hurriedly.

   Laughing I reached behind me, unzipped the skirt then undid the waist
clip and let it drop to the floor as I lifted the hem of my blouse so that
they got a good view of my pink, lace trimmed panties.  As I sat down I
noticed with almost a feeling of pride that the sight of my legs and
underwear had pushed Mark and Paul to almost full erections.  It certainly
was a boost to my ego to have these young boys get turned on so by my not
so young body, the only fly in the ointment was that I still couldn't tell
whether my son was getting excited as well.  The game went on, the
questions becoming more intimate and sexual, which only seemed to make me
more willing to be daring and play the game to the hilt.

   "Does the bra match the panties?" Paul asked to my 'truth' response.

   "Actually it doesn't." I fibbed knowing that my son knew this was
untrue.

   To my disappointment although he opened his mouth as if to challenge he
remained silent and it was Mark that issued the challenge.

   "You fibbed!" Mark crowed as I took off my blouse to reveal my tits
encased in a pink lace bra.

   I was surprised to see that my nipples were pushing at the material, but
I guessed it came from knowing that the boys could see my nipples playing
peek-a-boo through the small floral pattern of the bra.  "Okay, so I got
caught," grinning at the triumphant Mark I put my hands on my hips, "I have
to do a dare now right?"

   "Too right!" Paul answered, "And your dare is to kiss all of us for no
less than thirty seconds!"

   I could have hugged him!  He had got the dare in before my son could
speak and I at last got my wish, to kiss my own son!  Restraining my urge
to go to him first I went to Paul and kissed him passionately for almost a
minute, I was excited and breathing heavily when I moved my lips from his
and moved to Mark who I kissed just as passionately and for just as long.
Then came the moment I had been waiting for, turning to Ted I went and
leant over him, as he looked up I kissed him and to my delight he didn't
pull away or stiffen, then.  My kiss was even more passionate than it had
been with his friends, after all I had many kisses to make up for, but I
think I shocked him when I parted my lips and forced my tongue between his
lips, I felt him tense up for a moment then he responded by relaxing and
pushing his tongue past my lips.  I drew the kiss out for just over a
minute before reluctantly parting out lips and heading back to my chair so
that the game could go on, deep down I knew where all this was going, but I
pretended to myself that it was simply a game.

   "Sharon," Mark said with a broad grin when I responded with 'truth' on
my turn, "what's your favourite position to be fucked in?"

   "Oh my," I laughed excitedly, "I don't know, I like them all so much
that I couldn't pick just one."

   He looked a little disappointed by my reply, though at the same time I
saw his prick stiffen even more in his underpants.

   "Is there anything in the rules" I asked, "that says you can ask a
different question if a positive or negative answer can't be given to a
question?"

   "I ...  uh ...  Ted?" Mark hesitated.

   "I guess not mum." My son answered.

   "In that case try a different question Mark." I said to the boy with a
smile.

   "Ever made it with a girl?" He asked after only a brief moment of
thought.

   "Yes I have," I answered with a light laugh, out of the corner of my eye
I saw my son sit up in surprise, "though it was a long time ago, back when
I was at school in fact."

   "No shit!" Paul exclaimed, "Wow!"

   "No shit." I laughed.

   I could see Mark and Paul wanted to know the details, as for my son he
had gone back to being poker faced, I decided to give the boys the chance
to ask me to expand on what had happened by answering 'dare' on my next
turn.  Barely had the word left my mouth when Paul dared me to tell them
about what happened with the other girl.

   "In graphic detail." he ended.

   "Oh my," I pretended to be a little flustered, in truth I was highly
excited, "it's so long ago, but I'll try."

   Ted's friends sat forward to listen while he sat motionless, I wondered
what he was thinking and feeling as I composed my thoughts.

   "She was in the same year as me," I started, "we weren't friends, the
opposite in fact, we disliked each other.  Anyway, one particular day we'd
had words and she told me she was going to get me.  Later on I was alone in
one of the rec rooms and she came in, I remember the lock clicking so
loudly as she locked the door behind her.  'Okay, here's where you get it'
she said to me and I came back with something like 'where's you're army?'.
She came over and shoved me, I shoved her back and then she slapped me so
hard it stunned me, next thing she had hold of my hair and was dragging me
over to an open section of the room.  She pushed me onto the floor face
down and jumped on my back, took hold of my hair and bashed my head on the
floor; it didn't take many thumps like that to stun me totally.  Pulling my
head up by my hair while she sat across my back she said 'I'm going to
teach you a fucking lesson!', she bashed my head again, which made me see
stars.  Next thing I knew she's rolled me onto my back, jumped back astride
me and was slapping my face, I couldn't stop her and she just kept hitting
me and swearing, then she punched me in the tits.  She got off me and I
thought the fight was over, only she jumped back on me, this time with her
back to me, I couldn't figure out what the hell she was doing until she
pushed her hand up my skirt and started to pull my knickers off..."

   I paused both to compose the excitement I still felt from that day and
to remember the scene with her on top of me and me vainly struggling to
stop her pulling my knickers off.

   "Anyway, despite anything that I could do she got my knickers off one
leg and that seemed to be all she wanted," I went on, "because the next
thing she shoved two fingers into my pussy and slid her lower body onto my
face.  I guess you can imagine my surprise when I discovered she wasn't
wearing knickers, her bare pussy ground down on my face and I heard her
telling me to 'lick it', naturally I tried to refuse and she just finger
fucked me even harder until I got so turned on I did what she wanted and
gave her pussy a good licking.  I don't remember coming myself, but she
certainly did.  When she was done she got up, pulled me up by my hair and
said 'fuck with me again and you'll get more of the same'.  And that was
it, I avoided her like the plague after that."

   My detailed answer certainly got Ted's two friends hot under the collar,
I saw both of them secretly adjusting their underwear as I finished, not
that they were alone in their excitement, I could feel my pussy juices
wetting my panties I was so hot.  As for my son, he sat as though carved
from stone, a smile on his face but no clue to how he was being affected,
it made me determined to crack that cool exterior he was showing any way I
could!  As I was thinking this I could see Mark and Paul eyeing up my body,
by the glint in their eyes I had the feeling that if I said 'dare' at any
point I was going to get stripped.

   'That might get a reaction from him!' I thought as I glanced at Ted.

   Mind you I didn't make it that easy for them, my next response was
'truth' and it was Ted that jumped in with a question.

   "Did you have a rep at school?" he asked in a tone that was almost
expressionless.

   "I guess I did," I smiled remembering my popularity with the boys, "I
was sort of 'easy' back then."

   The game went round again and when it came to my turn I answered 'dare',
it came as no surprise at all when Mark dared me to take off my bra. 
Leaning forward in my chair I reached behind me and unclipped the bra,
sitting back up I slid it down my arms and tossed it across to Mark, he
caught it with an almost disbelieving look in his eyes.  My tits weren't
huge, but they were more than pinpricks, I took a 36-bra size and despite
the years there wasn't much of sag to them, free of their restraint they
settled a little and my nipples pointed at the boys showing how I was being
excited by the game.  Ted's friends sat and stared at my tits for a while,
their eyes growing wide when I grinned and thrust my tits out even more,
but Ted's eyes seemed to half close and I began to wonder if he was happy
about what was happening.  The problem was it was too late to turn back, I
had come into the room feeling neglected and frustrated, now I was enjoying
the admiring looks of two teenage boys and so horny I was started to leave
a damp patch on the cushion under me.

   "Dare." I said softly when my turn came around again a few minutes
later.

   "I dare you to take off your panties!" Paul jumped in quickly.

   Standing up I slipped my panties off then sat down again keeping my
knees tight together, I could see Mark and Paul desperately trying to get a
glimpse of what lay between my legs and I teased them for a few moments by
keeping my legs closed.  Then I grinned at them and slowly parted my legs.

   "Shit she shaves her cunt!" Mark gasped as my legs parted wide enough
for them to see.

   "Oh fuck!" Paul half moaned as his eyes locked on my pussy, "You are
beautiful Sharon!"

   "Yeah," Mark agreed in an awed tone of voice, "really beautiful!"

   Had I been harbouring any lingering doubts about what was going to
happen their words delivered in such a tone of reverence killed them
completely.  I knew I was going to be fucked; all I had to do was wait for
them to work their way round to it and by the look in their eyes it was not
going to be a long wait.  Glancing across at my son I saw him look down and
I wondered what he was thinking about his mother now.  Sitting there naked
and under the scrutiny of two definitely horny teens was so much of a
turn-on I was almost cumming, but despite this and my need to be fucked I
took 'truth' when my turn came around again.

   "What's the kinkiest sex thing you've ever done?" Paul asked.

   "That would have to be the time I took three men at once." I answered
with a wistful smile.

   "No way!" Paul exclaimed, "Challenge!"

   "Oh," I said feigning surprise, "how on earth can I prove it's true?"

   They took their cue from that so fast that the words were barely out of
my mouth before Mark was responding.

   "I guess the only way would be for your to fuck Paul and me and use your
vibrator to simulate the third guy, if you can." he said adding a challenge
to his response.

   'Fuck it!' I cursed inwardly.

   It wasn't that I didn't want the two boys to fuck me, I most certainly
did, but I wanted Ted as the third cock not my bloody vibrator!

   "Okay," I replied hiding my inner frustration, "you get stripped while I
go get my vibrator."

   I left the room with two boys leaping to their feet to strip off their
clothes and as I went up to the bedroom, got the vibrator and made my way
back to the living room I wracked my brain for a way to get Ted as the
third male.  As I got back to the living room I paused just outside the
door and listened to the conversation going on inside.

   "You sure you're okay with this Ted?" Mark was asking.

   "Yeah," my son replied in a toneless voice, "go for it, she wants it as
much as you two do."

   "What about you?" Paul asked.

   "I'll slip out quietly" Ted replied, "once you start fucking her I
guess."

   "Come on man," Paul said, "we know you, you never got this tensed up
about a little fucking before."

   "Guess I feel a bit jealous of you guys," I heard Ted sigh, "I've had
the hots for mum for years now and ...  ah shit, just make her happy."

   "Hell if you fancy her that much why not join the fun?" Mark commented.

   "Because she'd have a screaming fit if I tried that" Ted sighed, "and
no-one would get any."

   "You sure of that?" Paul asked, "The way she kissed you that time, shit,
I thought I'd cum in my pants just watching!"

   "If I thought for a moment that..." My son said wistfully then faltered,
"I'd be in seventh heaven, but it couldn't happen."

   I couldn't believe my ears, here I was trying to work out some ploy to
have him join his friends in fucking me and there he was confessing to
wanting to get into my pants thinking I'd have a fit if he tried it.  Talk
about irony.  Now I was wiser I knew just how to get him into my metaphoric
pants!  Tiptoeing away from the door I hid the vibrator in the hall closet
then I made a little noise on the stairs and headed for the living room, my
tits bouncing as I moved.

   "Damn thing's dead!" I announced as I walked into the room, "But I'm
still going to prove I can do three at once!"

   With that I walked over to my son, put my arms round his neck, pressed
my naked body to him and kissed him hard.  His first reaction was to
stiffen in surprise, but I knew his secret now and I knew it wouldn't take
much to push him over the line into fucking me.  Grinding my groin against
his I was elated to feel his prick was already hard, he groaned suddenly
and returned my kiss with fervour, at that point I knew that nothing on
this earth would stop him having me.  Parting our lips I smiled at him then
turned to his astounded friends with an impish grin.

   "I make that three males and one female," I laughed, "so are we going to
get down to the fucking or what."

   For one brief moment they were all too stunned to react, but then the
moment passed and I was suddenly the centre of attention of three very
horny 15-year-old boys, three naked and erect 15-year-old boys for my son
had literally ripped his clothes off.  Their hands stroked my body from top
to bottom and back again, their lips pressed hungrily to mine in turn,
their tongues snaking into my mouth as they kissed me.  The feelings they
sent through me were incredible; it was even better than the only other
time I had taken three men.  I couldn't tell which hands were Mark's or
which were Paul's, but I could tell with certainty that it was my son
toying with my clit so delightfully, his hands touching me sent sparks of
electric excitement through my skin as they moved.  One of the boys leant
down to suck at my nipple, the second boy took the other in his mouth and
the third boy knelt down to lick at my pussy, as his tongue flicked over my
slit I felt the tingle of electricity that told me this was my son and I
erupted into an orgasm!

   "Oh fuck!" I groaned as my knees nearly gave way.

   I must have said the magic words because the next moment I felt myself
being lowered to the floor and I knew I was about to be fucked to
distraction.  I still had the presence of mind left to tell them to get the
lubricant for my arse, I don't know who it was that got it, but a few
seconds later I felt a cool, slick finger slide into my anus.

   "God that feels so good!" I sighed in ecstasy as the finger moved in my
back passage.

   Gathering my thoughts I opened my mouth to tell them how to take me at
the same time, I never got a word out, instead I gasped as I felt myself
rolled onto an body and a hard prick slide into my cunt.  The electric
shock of bliss that prick sent through me told me it was my son's and as I
climaxed again I looked down into his face and saw such a look of bliss
there that my orgasm doubled in intensity.  As I came down from the heights
a few minutes later I felt a weight on my back, then a cock was pressing at
my anus, relaxing I tried to push back against it.

   "Oooooh." I moaned as the prick suddenly pushed into my back passage.

   A shadow on my eyelids made me open my eyes and I saw a prick waving in
front of my face, reaching out I grasped it firmly and pulled it and it's
owner to me.  Before taking that prick into my mouth I licked it all over,
then I parted my lips and slid my mouth down on it, grasping the part of it
I couldn't get into my mouth I sucked and licked at that hard young
erection for all I was worth.

   "Oh Jesus!" I heard Paul's voice groan above me telling me who I had in
my mouth, "That is so fucking good!"

   Then the prick in my arse started moving, with my son in my cunt and
Paul in my mouth it had to be Mark who was slowly starting to fuck my arse.
Beneath me my son began to slide his cock in my pussy in a counter rhythm
to Mark's moving cock and that was it for me, I hit a peak and stayed there
while the three boys fucked me for all the were worth!

   "Oh shit," Paul groaned out, "I'm gonna cum!"

   At his words I took as much of his meat into my mouth as I could and
sucked hard, his prick jerked and I felt the warmth of his young spunk fill
my mouth, swallow as I might I couldn't take all that he was putting out
and I felt it squeezing out the corners of my mouth to trickle slimily down
my chin.  Above and behind me Mark gave a long low moan and pushed hard
into me, his whole body straining as I felt his juices spurting into my
bowels.  Paul was gasping as I continued sucking at his prick, in my arse
Mark was moving at a frantic rate and below me, oh God below me my son
continued to move in a slow firm stroke that was driving me crazy.

   "OoooAAaah." I cried out releasing Paul's cock from my mouth as I was
hit by an orgasm so intense I felt giddy.

   I felt Paul moving away from me and I let go of his prick to drop my
hands to my sons chest, I groaned when Mark pulled out of my back passage a
moment later and all the while Ted was fucking my cunt slowly, steadily,
delightfully!  Almost the moment his friends had got clear of us my son
wrapped me in his arms then rolled me onto my back, all without missing a
stroke of that beautiful cock in my pussy.

   "Oh God, so good, so good!" I groaned as I wrapped my legs around my
son's buttocks, "Uhn, uhnm, oh, oh, aah.  Fuck me Ted, fuck me hard!"

   From somewhere nearby the other boys were encouraging their friend with
their voices, their words just adding to the raging excitement inside me.

   "Give it to her Ted!" one of them called out, "Fuck her stupid!"

   "Make her fucking scream!" the other called out.

   My son leant up to look down at my face as he fucked me, his eyes
glittering with lust and excitement, the very same look that was in my own
eyes.  He smiled as he started to move faster in me then mouthed 'I love
you mum', I leant up and kissed him then gasped into his ear.

   "I love you Ted," in a breathless whisper, "God how I love you!"

   My words drove him up a gear, his grinding motion made his lower body
mash against mine, every time our groins met my clit was crushed
deliciously, and I quickly shot up to the heights of orgasm again. 
Everything else faded but the delicious movements of his cock in my cunt,
the press of his body on mine, the jolts his body meeting mine sent through
my clit, his lips hard and hungry on mine, his fingers suddenly teasing my
nipples and the electricity that coursed between us at every point of
contact.

   "EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeYYYYYaaaaaaaaaaHh" I cried out parting our lips
forcibly as I felt my mind splintered by yet another orgasm.

   Then the breath was being jerked from my body as Ted began to pump into
me frantically, I had thought I couldn't hit any higher peak of ecstasy, oh
how wrong I was, when my son suddenly thrust into me and stiffened I hit a
point of rapture I had never known before.  His wonderful prick jerked and
spurted deep inside my cunt sending his young spunk into me by what felt
like the gallon, Ted groaned and leant on my body heavily and that just
boosted the sensations coursing through me.  Minutes or an eternity later
my son began to move in me again, his groin crashing into mine as he fucked
me as though frenzied for a full two minutes before finally gasping and
flopping down on me limply, his breath rasping in my ear.  For a moment he
lay still, then he raised himself, his face flushed and bearing a look of
such joyous satisfaction.

   "God mum," he breathed leaning down to kiss me, "you are way better than
I could ever have imagined."

   "Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?" I whispered up at him
breathlessly.

   "Tell you later." He grinned glancing over at his two friends.

   Turning my head I smiled weakly at Mark and Paul, then I gave a low
groan when I saw that both of them were sporting erections.  My groan grew
louder when my son pulled his cock from my pussy; he knelt up and smiled
down at me playfully.

   "I guess you won the game mum." he chuckled.

   He looked at his two friends and back to me, one of his eyebrows raised
as though asking my permission, I knew what he was asking and after having
had my arse and mouth fucked by his friends I seemed silly to ask if they
could now fuck my pussy.  Yet he was asking and I loved him for that
consideration.  My reply to his unspoken question was a smile and a nod of
my head, he grinned, leant over and kissed me then stood up.

   "Who's next?" he asked his friends.

   Mark and Paul tangled themselves up as they rushed forward and I giggled
while they sorted themselves out.  In the end it was Mark that took me
next, his young cock feeling good in my cunt and exciting me to another
orgasm, but the fire that my son had lit in me was missing.  This time Mark
lasted a lot longer and I had a couple of wonderful climaxes before he
finally thrust into me and shot his load into my depths.  Moments later he
moved away from me and his place was taken by Paul, once again I enjoyed
the feel of a young cock thrusting in me, but I yearned for the power of
the sensations my son's glorious prick gave me.  Nevertheless Paul managed
to give me a couple of delightful orgasms before he too filled my pussy
with his sperm.

   Tired and satiated, yet still hungry for my son's cock I lay on the
floor recovering for a few minutes, the rustle of clothing attracted my
attention and when I turned my head to look in the direction of the sound I
saw all three boys dressing.  Sitting up I reached for my skirt, as I stood
and stepped into it I felt the first trickle of the boys' spunk dripping
from my cunt, for a moment I thought of putting my panties on then decided
it was pointless now, instead I loosely wrapped my blouse around my upper
body and joined the boys.

   "We have to go." Paul sighed, "It was a fantastic night Sharon, thanks
so much."

   "Yeah," Mark smiled, "it was great!"

   "My pleasure boys," I laughed, "but don't expect a rematch."

   They grinned at my comment, but I could see they knew that this had been
a one off thing for them, as did my son, I hid a smile as I thought of the
look that would be on his face when I got out of the shower clean and
refreshed to fuck him again!  I went to the door with the boys, kissing
them goodnight and making no comment as they grabbed a last feel of my body
before heading off to their homes.  Closing the door I kissed my son and
asked him to lock up while I went and showered, he laughed and patted my
backside as I moved towards the stairs.

   Clean, powdered and painted I made my way to my son's room forty minutes
later, under my kimono I was naked and I felt the rising surge of
excitement as I tapped on his bedroom door.

   "Come in mum." he called out.

   I went in to see him lying naked on his bed gazing wistfully up at the
ceiling, his gorgeous cock lay slumbering and I licked my lips in
anticipation of what that prick would look like once it was roused from
it's slumbers.  Ted sat up as I entered the room, closed the door and
crossed the room to stand by his bed.

   "Thanks mum." he smiled up at me.

   "Thank you." I smiled back ruffling his hair, "You have no idea how much
I needed tonight."

   "I guess..." he started then blushed and stopped.

   "You guess what?" I asked teasingly knowing full well what was in his
mind.

   "Nothing." he grinned back at me.

   "Anyway young man," I said mock sternly, "you were going to tell me
where the hell you learnt to fuck so well.  Come on, out with it."

   "Paul's mum," he laughed, "he was out when I called for him one day, off
somewhere with his dad as a surprise I think, anyway, his mum was pissed
out of her mind and asked me in for a minute.  She must have needed it even
more than you did mum, she was all over me as soon as the door closed and
that first time was over so quick I almost missed it."

   As he spoke my son's eyes roved up and down my body.

   "A couple of days later she phoned" he went on, "and asked me to come
over.  She was alone when I got there and was almost in tears as she
apologised for her actions.  I don't know why I did it mum, but I just went
over to her and kissed her, this time it lasted a little longer and we both
got a good buzz from it.  She taught me about sex for a few months, then
she found out she was pregnant and our affair came to an end, mum, I think
the baby's mine, so does she though she will never admit it.  And that's
where I learnt to fuck like that."

   He finished with a broad grin, I laughed at the thought of Paul's prim
and proper mother having been knocked up by my son in an illicit and
illegal affair.  Not that what had happened that night with the three boys
was any less illicit or illegal, but at least I was on the pill and had no
intention of getting pregnant.  Still standing I looked down at my son's
smiling face; I couldn't help but smile back at him.

   "You know that no-one can ever know what happened tonight don't you." I
said softly.

   "I know mum." He sighed, "So do the others."

   "And since you've just confirmed to me that you can keep a secret from
your friends" I said stroking his cheek, "I guess there's no need for me to
tell you to keep our secret."

   "Secret?" he asked in a puzzled tone.

   "Our secret." I breathed as I slipped my kimono off to reveal my naked
body to his suddenly hungry eyes, "The one that starts right now with me
sucking your gorgeous prick then fucking you until we both run out energy."

   He never gave me a chance to carry out part one that night, with a
joyous laugh my son reached up and pulled me on top of him, moments later I
was riding his prick for the first of many times to come.

   

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