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.

I avoided my friends that weekend, and they didn’t go out of their way to find me either. I nervously went to see Mom a couple of days later, and she could tell I wasn’t all there. She kept asking me what was wrong. It took a while, but I eventually asked, “How long have you been fucking my friends?” Her mouth fell, her eyes bulged, and she turned as white as a ghost.

“How did you know about that?” she managed to ask. I told her I’d dropped by Friday night. She was silent, so I again asked how long she’d been fucking my friends. Since they were my friends and she was my own mother, I felt I had a right to know. She grew angry. “I don’t have to explain my sex life to you,” she said.

She then managed to tell me about my parents’ not-too-good marriage; that my Dad had an affair years ago with a client, and Mom found out; that the love hadn’t been in their marriage in years, and that she was waiting for me to go off to college before divorcing him.

“But why are you fucking my friends?” I defiantly asked again.

That’s when Mom told me about asking them to help her move out while I was away at school. She swore she never intended for sex to happen but got turned on by them that day and decided to go for it. She said she hadn’t had sex in months and really needed it.

“But that was months ago,” I said.

She then paused and said, “Yes, I know.” She then took a deep breath and told me what made her tick; not as a Mom but as a woman. It turned out that my friends had what she needed: stamina and bigger cocks, and that my Dad had always been too small. She needed young lovers to keep up with her needs; that she loved being “filled with cock,” from two guys at a time; that she had been fucking both Rick and Ron regularly, and it was Ron’s idea to invite Dave in so they could give her a triple penetration. My Mom said she loved that most of all.

I was getting rather upset hearing it all, and then she shocked me by saying, “Look, I can fuck anyone I want. This is my house. If I want your friends to come over, I’m going to invite them.”

There was some silence between us, and then she turned to me and said, “Are you jealous?” I was shocked at first by the question, but I knew the answer, and so did she. Mom continued prodding.

“Does it turn you on knowing that I fucked all your friends? I know that young men often have mom-fantasies. Do you?” She then looked down at my crotch and said, “My God, you’re hard!” With that, a mischievous look came to her face. Mom then unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly, but when she got hold of my cock, I shot my load.

“Oh, God,” Mom laughed. I was so embarrassed. Then she took her hand off of my cock, brought it to her mouth, and began licking off my cum.

“Mommy’s boy tastes good,” she said, licking my jism off her fingers. I quickly got hard again, and Mom took off my pants to inspect my cock. She licked her lips and said, “You’ll do.”

She then knelt down and took my cock into her warm mouth. I sat back on the couch with a shit-eating grin as Mom bobbed her head up and down, coating my prick with her saliva and my leftover sperm. Then Mom stood up to remove her clothes and asked me if I liked what I saw. She played with her nipples, which were really hard, and then her wet pussy. She then turned around to show me her asscheeks. To complete the picture, while flashing her buttcheeks to me, she said, “You know what your friends like about me the most?” She then put her hands on her cheeks and spread them real wide, giving me my first-ever glimpse of her puckered asshole.

“What do you think?” she asked, looking back at me. “Do you know how many times I’ve let your friends fuck me in the ass? They love it!”

I was breathing heavily, and my fist was flying up and down my rock-hard prick, as my eyes were totally fixed on her asshole just two feet away.

“I took all three up my ass on Friday night,” she said as if to torture me. “They fucked my ass three times! How do you like the fact that your own Mom took three different cocks up her ass? Do you think I’m a slut? How many moms would do that?”

Then she bent over farther and spread her asscheeks as wide as they could go, allowing her asshole to open up for my bulging eyes and bulging prick.

“Your Mom’s a slut!” she said, wiggling her ass in my face. “Do you like this?” she asked. “I’m a whore! Do you want to fuck me like your friends did? Do you want to fuck my ass, too?”

I’d finally had enough. I got up, grabbed her, and threw her on the couch. I then got on top of her and shoved my cock up into her steaming cunt. As I banged away, Mom was moaning and urging me to fuck her good. She started crying out, and I fucked her even harder, knowing I was making her cum. After a few more hard thrusts, I let loose, shooting my load up into her cunt. When I pulled out of her, I was still hard and slick with our combined juices. Seeing this, Mom looked up at me and whispered, “Wanna fuck my ass?”

She quickly got on all fours on the couch, and I got behind her to ease my slick cock up her back hole. I went in pretty easily and was soon fucking her ass good and hard.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried. “Fuck Mommy’s ass! Cum in my ass!”

I fucked harder and faster, my balls slapping against her. All the while, Mom squealed, encouraging me on. She wasn’t kidding me earlier. Mom really loved anal. After several dozen strokes, I announced that I was cumming, and Mom cried out for me to fill her ass with my cum. I then shot my third load of the day, this one deep up her bowels. When I pulled out of her, I collapsed on the couch and let my soiled, sagging cock fall on my thigh. Mom caught her breath and laid down next to me.