This story involving my Mom is true, having begun many months ago. I’m writing only because I have no one else to share it with. All the names are real, although I’ve made up some dialog to enhance the story only because I don’t remember exactly every word that was said in each situation. As bizarre as this sounds, if it weren’t for my friends, I would never have fucked my Mom. Let me explain.

At the time, I was an eighteen-year-old college male, in between my freshman and sophomore years. I went away to school, although it’s only twenty miles from my house. I came home on weekends, and one weekend after last fall semester, my Dad angrily told me that he and Mom were getting divorced. She confirmed it and, of course, both blamed the other.

The only hint that I got as to why was when Mom said that the love they had was gone, and that the reason my Dad was angry was because he was going to have to pay alimony, and he refused to move out of “his” house. My Mom didn’t fight it though, and when I went back to school, she had her things moved to a nice apartment that she found about ten minutes away. What I didn’t know at the time was that she asked my friends to move her out.

I had several close friends at the time, and two of them, Rick and Ron, moved my Mom. She had already asked Ron to help because he drives a truck. Not having a job, she moved midweek, while my Dad was at work and so not to bother me on the weekends. Unlike me, my friends went to a local community college and could lend an afternoon.

What I later learned was that Mom got turned on watching my friends lifting and lugging and working their muscles for her, and since she hadn’t had sex literally in months, she thought of rewarding them. She told them she could pay them that evening after she went to the bank if they didn’t have classes. They said okay, and that evening my friends went over to Mom’s new apartment where she offered money and a bonus: pussy.

My Mom’s an attractive, well-built blond, and at forty-three, she is still something to look at. Both Rick and Ron fucked my Mom for over two hours that night, and she never had it so good as I soon learned why. Afterwards, she made them an offer: she didn’t want to remarry anytime soon, and she felt that dating would be difficult with a still angry ex-husband, and she didn’t want to make me uncomfortable.

So Mom and my friends worked out times for them to come over during the week, when they weren’t in school and when I wasn’t around. (I still live at home with my Dad but on weekends drop by Mom’s as well.) Once a week, at night, my friends would go over to my Mom’s place for a few hours and fuck her silly, and she loved it.

It was around spring break that I started to notice changes in her. She had already gotten a part-time job to supplement the alimony so she could enjoy life a little more; she cut her hair shorter, but it was quite sexy; and she also started wearing more provocative clothes that showed off her fine body, such as skirts, which she never wore. The most leg I ever saw from her was a skirt an inch above the knee.

One Sunday, I went over to her apartment when she was getting ready to go out shopping, and she was wearing a skirt halfway up her creamy white thighs. She said I could stay at her place while she went out, and I was floored by her attire.

At first, I felt strange looking her over but quickly realized she was hot. My Dad knew nothing of the change in Mom, and since most of her friends were really my Dad’s friends’ wives, they didn’t know what was going on either. My Mom has only one close friend: Carol, an old college friend who lives five hundred miles away.

The moment of truth took place a couple of weeks later before finals, during that lull in the school year when it’s almost over but not quite. It was a Friday night, and I had nothing better to do. I drove home instead of my usual Saturday morning. At home, I called both Rick and Ron, but their moms said they weren’t home. I tried another friend, Dave, and he was out, too. I then decided to drive to my mom’s to say hi.

When I parked out front of her building, I noticed Rick’s car. “What the hell?” I thought. I rang Mom’s doorbell, but no one answered. She had already made the mistake of giving me a key, so I let myself in. Closing the door, I heard noises coming from Mom’s bedroom. As I got closer, I could hear grunts and groans that were not of pain but pleasure. I also heard some guy say, “Oh, fuck yeah!” I realized that sex was taking place in Mom’s room, and I thought I knew with whom.

When I poked my head around the corner to take a peek, my eyes bulged, and my mouth dropped. There was Rick, alright, and Ron, and Dave, and all three were fucking my mom at the same time! She was on all fours on her bed with Dave’s cock fucking her mouth, Ron beneath her with his cock buried in her cunt, and Rick behind her pounding his cock up her ass. I heard Mom’s muffled moans and cries as she had her head buried in Dave’s crotch while he stood over her, fucking her face with his long cock.

I couldn’t really make out Ron beneath her, although I knew it was him, sliding his thick dick into her pussy. Speaking of thick, Rick had the biggest and thickest dick of the three of them, and I was amazed that Mom could take that thing, as it split her asshole wide open. All the while, he grunted and groaned as he pounded his cock into her.

I then slowly backed away and left the apartment. I didn’t want to get caught watching them all go at it. By the time I got home, I was in a daze. I also noticed I had my own huge erection. I quickly went to my bathroom to jerk off. Instead of being incensed, I was jealous and realized what I guess I’d always known but my Mom never revealed: that she was a hot, sexy woman that could turn on any guy, including three eighteen-year-olds. If my Dad knew what was going on just a few miles away, he would have had a heart attack.