My Mother the Slut

She fell forward, dragging me with her. Weakly, she looked around at Tonia who was rasping a couple of fingers in and out of her own cunt. “Geez, you were right, honey. The boy can really fuck. Ya wanna have another go while I get us some drinks?”

I groaned and Tonia laughed. “Sure, Jen. I’ll bet the little bugger has got a few more shots left in him.” Mom got up off the bed unsteadily and staggered out the door, everthing about her body rolling and swaying . Tonia fell on her back, her legs spread, her distended pussy lips opening wide. “Come here, Bart. I’ll suck some life into that for you. You’re gonna need it.”

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They fucked me stupid that night and many more nights after that. I was their toy boy. They stayed in more often and drank less. Becky hardly got a look in. At the end of term, Becky and I went off to university, became doctors, stayed friends, even fucking friends, but married other people and went our separate ways. My wife was a big, no nonsense girl, who got bigger. I took her home to meet mom and they hit it off big time. First night home, I was in bed reading and the door opened. My wife and my mom stood at the door one arm around each other, in their hands, a glass of scotch.

“Jenny tells me she hasn’t had a fuck for a while. But I said you’d take care of it for her. Her friend Tonia will be over later. Get naked, you worm.” A frisson of delight went through me like a rocket.