This is an erotic story with explicit themes involving sex. Intended for mature audiences.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All characters are over 18.

A hot preview…
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded weakly, barely able to speak.
“Yes,” I managed to say.
“Good girl,” he murmured into my ear, kissing the side of my jaw as he pushed his tip into my tight hole. “You’re gonna love this.”
I let out a cry of surprise as his cock forced its way inside me.
“Oh, my god,” he moaned, his breath hot against my skin.
“Yeah,” I gasped.
“Feels so fucking good,” he grunted, pumping his hips.
He began thrusting slowly, easing his cock deeper. Each thrust drove his shaft further up into me. My pussy stretched out, allowing him to move further into me. I moaned and writhed under him, my nails scratching his back.
I arched my back and cried out as my orgasm rushed over me, my pussy spasming around his member. My vision blurred as my muscles contracted. He kept pumping into me, driving me even wilder. I moaned and whimpered as my pleasure consumed me.
His hips thrust against me, pounding away at my insides. I reached up and pulled his head down and kissed him hard, trying to keep him from pulling out.
“Yes,” he moaned, his hands roaming over my tits. I broke the kiss, gasping for air as my head spun in circles. He continued pumping into me, hitting my sweet spot each time. His pace was starting to quicken as his climax neared. I grabbed hold of him, holding onto him tightly.
His thrusts got faster, pushing his shaft all the way to the hilt. I tightened around him, squeezing his cock. His eyes widened as the tip of his dick pressed against the back of my walls. I cried out in pain as his cock slammed into me, the tip slamming against the base of my womb.
“Fuck!” he grunted, his body tensing and shuddering as he spilled his seed into me. “Ugh,” he groaned as his cum spurted deep inside me, filling me completely. I held onto him tightly, panting heavily.
“Jesus fuck,” he said, lying beside me and gasping for air. He pulled his flaccid cock from my body, and then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I relaxed my tired body, letting my mind rest.
After a moment, Mike came over to me. “Your turn, dude,” he said. “I’m dying to taste her juices.”
“Get on your knees, mom,” he said. “You can ride my face while he eats you out.”

Offering My Body to Son and Friends

I’ve always had a thing for younger men, and my son was no exception.
His friends are no exception either, though.
He had been going to the university for two years and this was his second summer back at home. He was a junior, and his buddies had spent many summer nights and weekends with him in high school and continued the tradition during his freshman year. This summer, they came down as soon as their finals ended.
He’d been here for two weeks and we hadn’t had a chance to spend much time together, but that was fine. It was his last summer before he’d be graduating and joining the “real world” and he wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. The three of them had gotten jobs at the golf course in town, working as caddies and driving the cart around. They spent most days and nights playing golf, hanging out at the pool, and drinking.
I hadn’t seen any of his friends yet.
They had arrived on a Saturday morning. He’d spent the entire day with them and his sister, and then when they were done swimming at the pool, she’d left with her friends and he and his buddies went out for pizza. He’d texted me and let me know he’d be staying at his buddy’s apartment that night and probably all week, and then that was it.
I knew his friends were here because he’d posted a few pics on Instagram of him and his buddies out at the bar, but those pics had never given my a true sample of their incredible bodies. All were hung, handsome men, muscled and tanned and fit. All were juniors and seniors at college, just like him, and I was a 45 year old MILF with an insatiable lust for young cock.
That’s what started it.
That and the fact that I was horny as hell and had been waiting for him to get home so I could suck his cock. I was so turned on and frustrated that I’d gone online and was watching porn. The video had a MILF and a young man. A mother, to be precise. She was moaning as the stud son fucked her, his massive penis sliding in and out of her body as she moaned in pleasure. I had my fingers inside of my pussy, masturbating, but it wasn’t enough.
I needed a young cock.
Or several.
And so I made a plan to seduce my son and his friends, needing their huge dicks to coat me in college cum.
The next afternoon, I was tanning by the pool, listening to music. My husband was out of town, and my daughter was still gone with her friends. They wouldn’t be back until later that evening.
I was wearing a small black bikini and laying out in the sun, listening to music and relaxing.
Suddenly, my son and his buddies walked outside. He had a key, and the three of them came out and walked over to the pool, laughing.
“Hey mom,” he said, his eyes looking over my body, taking in my exposed skin. “These are my friends. Jake, Mark, and Mike. Guys, this is my mom.”
I looked over at the three young hunks. They were all muscular, tan, and tall. The were dressed in shorts and t-shirts, and each was carrying a bag.
“Hey boys,” I said, looking them over. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
I sat up on the lounge chair, the top of my bikini coming off a little, showing a bit of cleavage. I wanted to give them a look at me, since I knew how much young men lusted after mature women. And since I would be the one fucking these guys and getting coated in cum, I figured a little show wasn’t too much.
But as soon as I saw them, my pussy got wet and my tits ached for their touch. My son’s friends were incredibly handsome, fit and tall, with chiseled bodies. My son had his shirt off, and I could tell he worked hard on his own body, and my friends were clearly the same way.
They each gave me a once over, looking at my tits. I felt a breeze blow across us, and it pulled my swimsuit down even more, making it so my tits were almost hanging out. It didn’t seem to bother my son or his friends, who kept staring at my exposed cleavage. They couldn’t see anything yet, but it wouldn’t take too much for my bikini top to come off completely.
“Hey Mrs. Thompson,” they each said as well, as if their tongues were tied, each having trouble speaking to the sexy milf that they would soon be fucking.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, looking around at the group. “What have you been up to?”
“Drinking, playing golf, working a lot,” my son said, walking over to the table. “We have some beers and we’re gonna drink, then head over to the bar tonight and grab dinner. But what are you doing this evening?”
I shrugged and tried to pretend like I wouldn’t be busy with their dicks inside my body. “Nothing much. Why?”
“Would you want to come hang out with us? We can do girls night out or something.”
“Me?” I laughed and made a face like it was silly.
He laughed nervously. “Yeah, mom, why not? We haven’t spent much time together recently and you should get to know my friends. Besides,” he said, grinning. “I’m sure Jake, Mark, and Mike don’t care about you coming.”
His friends’ eyes were glued to my tits. He had just given me permission to spend an evening with them, knowing that his friends all wanted me. This would be interesting.
“Okay,” I said. “But why don’t you come back here and chill this afternoon?”
“Oh yeah! That’d be awesome!” He smiled. “Guys, did you hear that? She’s going to go with us tonight and we can chill with her here this afternoon.”
They all nodded and smiled.
“Yes Mrs. T,” Mark said, smiling wide. “That’d be awesome. I can’t wait.”
“Well, since I have your approval,” I said, standing. The breeze blew against me again and my top was almost blown off. My son stared at his mother’s tits, almost seeing them for the first time in a long while.
“Damnit, mom, where’s the wind coming from? We can totally see everything.” He said.
“No you can’t,” I lied. “It’s nothing.”
His friend’s eyes were glued to me, taking in my body and my almost exposed chest.
“Anyway, I better go inside. You boys enjoy the pool, though,” I said. I turned and walked inside, feeling my son’s friend’s eyes staring at me as I left.
After I left, the boys continued to swim and hang out by the pool. I sat on the balcony upstairs and watched them, their muscular bodies glistening with sweat and water as they played in the pool. When they got out, I watched them walk around, their shorts sticking to their skin. My son was still shirtless, his tight six pack showing from the waistband of his shorts.
When they walked inside, I snuck out to the bedroom.
A few minutes later, they came inside.
“Mom?” He called out as he walked through the house, trying to find me. “Are you ready?”
I sat on the chair by the pool, watching as my son and his buddies came outside. They stopped dead when they saw me. I had changed into another bikini, one that was even smaller than before. I knew it looked good, though, and I was right. It was almost entirely transparent, with string ties holding the fabric against my tits and over my crotch.
I had my sunglasses on and looked up at my son and his friends. The sunlight caused the thin material of my suit to hide absolutely nothing. Each of them got an eyeful, though they tried to avert their gaze. I could see that their cocks were getting hard, straining against their shorts.
My son swallowed and looked away, not wanting his friend’s to see that he was looking at his mother, even though she looked like a slutty porn star.
“Mom,” he stuttered. “Where’s your other swimsuit?”
“This is my other one.” I stood and smiled wide, looking them over. “Come relax by the pool, boys. You’ve all been working so hard.”
I went over to the table and put a towel down on one of the chairs for my son. I was bending over the chair, showing off my ass in a small black thong, just as I’d planned. They couldn’t look away.
They came over by me and dropped their bags. The four of them stared at my body, ogling me. As I looked over the group, each of the boys seemed to want me. Their hands were fidgeting as if they didn’t know what to do.
I was so turned on, thinking about sucking their young dicks and letting them fuck me all night, that I started talking, trying to make myself wet and ready for action.
“Wow boys,” I said, smiling wide and walking over to them. I grabbed one of the beers and held it up to show them. “You’ve all been working so hard at school and then golf, you deserve to have some fun tonight. Why don’t we go to dinner and drink? My treat.”
“Seriously?” my son asked, shocked. “That would be awesome, mom.”
His friends nodded enthusiastically.
“It’ll give us a chance to catch up, too,” I said, turning to him. “We haven’t really hung out recently.”
The four men sat on the lounge chairs by me, sitting next to one another and chatting while I drank more. A little while later, they took their shirts off, and I could see how incredibly ripped they were. It was no wonder I wanted to be fucked by them. Their bodies were so muscular and toned, covered in tan skin and perfect abs.
As they were talking, I moved to sit on the end of the lounge chair my son was laying on, facing him. He looked down and my bikini bottoms slipped up my ass, showing him just how thin and flimsy the string on my new suit was. I watched as he bit his lip and smiled, looking at my ass while I made small talk with his friends.
We continued like this, drinking beers and chatting for the better part of an hour. Then, as I got up to go get some more drinks for everyone, I heard someone call out to me from behind.
It was Jake.
He was the shortest of the bunch, and he had an amazing set of tattoos covering both his arms. He wasn’t the most muscular or buff of the three, but he was clearly strong and fit. His skin was so tight on his body, showing off a six pack and chiseled pecs that I wanted to lick, and run my hands all over. And I would.
I looked back at him over my shoulder as I walked inside, watching as he leaned forward, pretending to stretch. As he did, he pulled my top off my tits, snapping the strings so fast and hard that I jumped a bit.
“Wow boys,” I laughed nervously and grabbed my top, moving it across my breasts and tying it around my neck. My tits were almost completely out, barely concealed by the fabric of my bikini. “Damn wind,” I mumbled as I went inside to get the drinks.
When I came outside, I was careful to avoid the same trap I’d fallen into earlier, staying near my son and his friends. As we were all laughing and having fun, though, another breeze blew in, pulling my top down once more and exposing my tits to my son, his friends, and anyone else who happened to look at us.
Before my son could do anything, Jake spoke up, reaching behind me and grabbing my top.
“Oh, Mrs. T,” he said, smiling wide, as if he didn’t know what he was doing. “The string snapped.”
I smiled politely and reached back, thinking he was going to hand me the strings.
He wasn’t. Instead, he grabbed me and spun me so that I was facing my son and his friend’s, with my back to Jake. I watched as my son’s mouth dropped open when he saw me standing with my chest completely bare, my huge tits hanging from my body, ready for a good time.
His friend’s jaws dropped open too, surprised that Jake had been so forward with me. He held onto me, holding me firmly in front of him as we stared at the group.
My son was sitting up now, staring at my chest. All he had to do was reach up a little and he would be touching me, rubbing his mother’s tits for the first time. His friends looked on, their cocks getting hard as they sat in front of us. I was so turned on and frustrated that I didn’t care that I was half-naked in front of my son and his friends. And so I grabbed the towel from the table, covering myself with it and moving closer to the group. Jake followed me.
“Anyway, I better go inside. You boys enjoy the pool,” I smiled at the group, my breasts almost totally exposed to my son. His friends had gotten a good long look, and it was only fair his son got one, too, considering his friends had.
I stood up and walked upstairs, leaving the four of them to swim. As I did, though, I heard footsteps behind me. Someone was following. It was Jake. I walked up the steps, then turned the corner into the guest room. Jake ran behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled my bikini top off of me again, letting me stay naked and exposed, then turned me to face him, smiling wide.
I reached up to grab my towel, but he pulled it off before I could cover my tits with it.
“So, Mrs. Thompson,” he smiled. “My buddy told me you wanted to fuck us.”
His friend? So they were talking about me while they were out by the pool! But I kept my composure.
“That’s not true,” I lied.
“Really?” He asked, laughing a bit. “Well if that’s not true, then why did I hear your son talking about how you want to fuck your son and us.”
My cheeks flushed and my jaw dropped. How dare my son! But Jake just kept going. He stepped forward and put a hand on my bare breast, squeezing my tit and pinching my nipple hard between his fingers. He was smiling the entire time, clearly enjoying how much I wanted to be fucked.
“He said you’re a slut, that you’ll spread your legs for him or his friend’s any time they wanted it. Is that right, Mrs. T?”
I gasped and closed my mouth as he ran a hand down my body, stopping at my crotch. He ran a finger up the small piece of material that was covering my pussy, teasing me. I groaned quietly and he pushed the fabric into my slit, running his hands over me.
I was so wet and worked up that I started shaking a bit and my knees buckled. But Jake wrapped a strong arm around me, holding me against his chest as he teased me. I could feel his cock hardening through his shorts, his hardness pressing into me through his clothes.
“Yeah, your son said that about you.” He paused to kiss my neck as his hand ran under my bikini bottoms. He felt how wet I was, his fingers sliding against my soaking pussy, making my clit ache for more attention.
“And he’s right, too.” He leaned in and kissed my neck again. “Look at you. You’re already soaked for us.”
I moaned quietly, unable to deny that his words were turning me on even more than I thought they would.
He pressed into me again and spun me so I was facing him. His body was inches away from mine, so close to mine that I could feel his cock throbbing and pressing against my thighs, getting harder by the second. His muscular arms wrapped around me and pulled me up against him. Then, before I knew it, he pushed me up against the door, pinning me there as he attacked my mouth with kisses, his hands pulling off my top and touching my big tits.
His lips moved to my neck, and down to my collarbone, before moving lower.
“Yes!” I moaned loudly.
“So you do want it,” he said, his mouth finding one of my tits and sucking hard, his tongue lapping against my nipple. I grabbed onto his shoulders as he teased my nipples and made them grow hard from the stimulation.
I nodded. “Yeah,” I said quietly, not wanting the other boys to hear.
He put his hands under my ass and hoisted me up against him, wrapping my legs around him. His lips continued attacking my mouth as I pulled his shirt off. His muscles rippled through his shoulders, arms and chest, showing how fit he was. I ran my hands over his tight abs and chiseled chest, feeling every ridge as if I needed to memorize it all.
He carried me over to the bed and sat me on the edge of the mattress, standing in front of me. He unzipped his shorts and I helped him push them down, watching as he stood naked in front of me, his body so incredible that I just had to lick him all over.
“Wow!” I mumbled.
I took a step closer and fell to my knees in front of him, grabbing his dick and putting my mouth on it, licking and sucking. I heard him moan as he felt my lips move along his shaft. His hands found the back of my head and he started fucking my face, pushing my mouth on and off his dick like a slut. He shoved it deeper, choking me on his cock. I coughed and moaned, gagging on him while his friends watched.
“Shit,” I mumbled as he held himself in my throat. “So fucking hard. And big.” I moaned quietly, my body aching for him to fuck me.
I let him stay in my mouth for a few more minutes, then I got up and walked over to the shower.
“You know,” I said, turning on the water. “I need some help with washing my body.” I smiled at Jake. He was still standing where I had left him. “Can you wash my body for me? And your friends, too?”
Mike and Mark looked surprised. They glanced at my son, then back at me. My son nodded and waved his hand toward the bathroom, telling them to get inside with me.
Jake smiled and followed me in. A second later, both Mark and Mike walked in, eager to wash my body. I turned and dropped my bikini bottoms, exposing myself to all three boys. I looked down and saw my cunt dripping for them, already eager to feel their dicks filling me up.
“Oh god,” Mike groaned, walking forward and grabbing me. I jumped a bit and laughed. “Fuck Mrs. T, I’ve been dying for this for a long time.”