Finally Red and I began to explore her pubic area. Our fingers landed on a protrusion of flesh and as we rubbed and stroked it we felt it thicken. Red knelt on his knees along with Jimmy and began to part her most private lips. Jimmy's hand pulled away in disgust as wetness started to appear. With that I found myself down on my knees, replacing Jimmy.

Like Red, I took a lip and pulled it apart, even as the slime began to cover my fingers. Red told Tommy and Ed to grab her legs and make like a wishbone with her. With the two boys holding her legs up and wide apart, a moist pink hole appeared. That's where you fuck; Billy said eagerly taking several pictures. Jimmy stroked the hardened protrusion of flesh and it seemed that with each stroke the hole became wider and wetter.

First it was Red who stuck, one, then two, then three, then four fingers into my mother's vagina, he giggled and grinned as he finger fucked her. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her. Next came Jimmy, who complained about the gooey feeling, next was Ed and then Tommy who complained even more.

Billy asked me to hold the cameras so that he could finger her as well. I let him, but I couldn't do it to her. I just stood there and watched as my friend's finger fucked my mother.

After she was well explored and her ample white breasts were covered with red blotches, from us sucking and squeezing them and as her body dripped with sweat from the heat - as did ours - we began to pose with her. Red and I held her legs wide apart for a picture. I had no problem with doing it; after all Red's father promised that her face would be air brushed out if Billy forgot himself.

When we took her down and plopped her limp body down in Red's mother's large over stuffed chair, we were so hot and sweaty that it was necessary for Ed and me to go outside to cool off. Outside wasn't much better but at least there was some fresh air. Ed pointed to the cloths line where my mother's dress, bra and panties fluttered in the breeze. Ed had a big smile on his face.

When we went back inside the others had, my mother propped up in the chair with each leg hanging over one of the arms and all of them had removed their cloths standing next to her with their youthful erections. Ed and I broke out laughing: however we too were soon naked. We then moved her to the bed where we all posed with her, holding her breasts and fingering her vagina.

Red told me he had an idea he bent my mother over the end of the couch so her ass was well exposed to him and he began spanking her. Billy snapped a few pictures. The slaps were hard and could be heard outside. He looked at me and said my mother deserved a spanking for not showing us her lovely tits before, we all laughed. Her ass was soon as red as her large mounds. My friends all told my how much fun they were having playing with my mother.

It was almost noontime and it was time to dress her and leave her on the bed for Red's parents to find. That was part of the plan. Getting her back into her bra was hysterical and I must admit that Red and I had a grand time doing it.

We all left together and had barely gotten outside when the old fox appeared. He smiled broadly asking if we had fun. I stood back not saying anything and could only listen as the others excitedly described my mother to him. He listened and laughed then took all the film Billy had taken. Then very seriously he told us to tell absolutely no one about what we had done. Not to worry; he was sure that they could convince her not to be mad and to let us use her as our sex slave. As he talked, his three hundred pound wife had come up behind us and went into their flat. Now I began to feel rather bad and full of guilt. I felt worse when she came out and wagged her finger at us telling us how naughty we were.

Suddenly Red's mother broke into a big fleshy smile telling us, particularly me, that it was all right. She went on to say that if it were her; she wouldn't care. Then knowing exactly what we'd say, she asked us if we wanted her instead of whom we had. It was rather awkward as we all looked down trying not to puke at the thought. She laughed and told us to run along and come back around 5:00 p.m. then go and meet Red's father at Jimmy's father's drug store.

Red's father and his wife walked inside after the kids left and he went straight to the bed and smiled a devilish smile when he thought of how he tricked those kids. He's wanted her ever since she moved in next door, now soon she will be.. It was about 30 minutes later when she started to wake up to see Red's father standing over her. "Good morning sweetie, sleep well?" He asked.

She asked what had happened and he told her how she was drugged and posed naked with her son and all his friends and how he had pictures he would show everyone. That she would end up in a divorce and would be known through out the town as a child molester and her son would be seen the rest of his life as a pervert. She was in shock and refused to believe him and demanded to see the pics. He said he would show them to her later that day, and he would never show them to anyone as long as she did what he told her to.

We went off to Tommy's mother's little store behind their house, just across the alley from Red's, to get some junk to eat. While we were in there, I could see Red's father coming out of their flat and hurry down the alley carrying a bag with all of Billy's film. We took what we wanted and headed to a park to play some baseball with some other friends; instead we sat beneath some tall bushes talking about Mrs. S and her big tits. How Mrs. S had hair between her legs. The feeling of Mrs. S wet vagina and how nice her ass was.

The idea of talking about my own mother and joking with my closest friends didn't bother me, but when the talk of her being our sex slave and what they would like to do with Mrs. S, did begin to bother me. Jimmy said how he'd like to have my mother jiggle her tits in his face. Then Red said he'd like to watch a dog fuck her from behind.

The other kids all laughed at his comment and agreed it would be funny to see. Billy said how he would like to tie her up and shove a dildo up that nice ass of hers. More over I began to feel terrible about the fact that Red's father was going to see my mother naked and the things we did to her. Suddenly the whole thing seemed very wrong.

When the time came to meet Red's father, we ran as fast as we could and didn't stop until we came to Jimmy's father's drug store, which was well past where we lived. We piled into the store and sat at a table near the counter and waited and waited until Red's father appeared: From the back of the store he came, along with Jimmy's father.

Jimmy's father went to talk with a customer, but as he did so he looked over at me and grinned then quickly turned away from me and began talking to the customer. Meanwhile Red's father sat down at the table pulling out the pictures placing them on the table face down. He told us to gather around him and keep an eye out for any customers that may be coming toward us.

With a dramatic flip of his hand the first picture was exposed to us; there she hung clad only in her slip. They of course got worse from there, but true to his word her face was air brushed out. Still as the others whispered their excited feelings to his questions, I remained passive wondering about the negatives and who developed the film for him. I glanced over at Jimmy's father who tried to pretend he wasn't paying any attention to us, and got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I jumped when Jimmy asked me if I agreed that her nipples felt like erasers; I nodded my head yes. For the next fifteen minutes Red's father explained where we had our hands and we all learned what a "clit" was and what it meant to a woman. Finally he scooped the pictures up to the disappointment of the others, saying that until she Okayed it, he had better hold on to them.

That of course led me to ask if he had talked to her and "convinced" her.

When he said not yet, but that he was going to talk with her later that night, I really became sick and panicked. I was told not to worry; just go home, it was just a matter of my mother knowing exactly what we wanted.

I felt like a condemned man going to his execution as I walked into the kitchen of our apartment. At first I couldn't look at my mother who stood standing over the stove preparing a supper for us. I managed to say hello, and got no response. But as I went past her she softly said that dinner would be about ten minutes and to go and wash up.

As we ate there were very few words spoken, still I began to feel she didn't know what really had gone on or hopefully had forgiven me if she had already been shown the pictures. She told me that I was not to go out, to take my bath and go to bed: That she had to go out and might be late but not to worry. As I cleaned off the table and did the dishes, she went off and got herself ready to go out. I figured she was going to talk with Red's parents and had a feeling that everything was going to be all right.

Even if she told them all to go to hell, I was certain that I'd get nothing more than a stern lecture and maybe some undesirable tasks to do for the summer. My mother was a very gentle woman who rarely ever raised her voice to us much less her hand. However; if she told my father- - I was dead meat: as was everyone else, including Red's father. My father was a hard working guy that held down two laborers jobs and was built like a bull and just as strong and just as mean when he wanted to be.

When my mother came into the kitchen she was dressed exactly as she was when we "captured" her in the morning. I didn't say anything about it to her, even though it was unusual for her to wear at night what she had worn that day. She stopped - turned and kissed me, then left.

Red's father seen my mother again later that day to show her the pics. All she could do was cry and asked why he was doing this to her. He said that he owed people a lot of money and that if she earned some money for him she could buy the pictures from him. He smiled and said she could make it a happy ending. "But if you ever refuse to do what I tell you to do, I'm gonna send these pictures to everyone in this god forsaken town and you're gonna have a lot of explaining to do won't ya? What do you think your husband will think?"

She just lowered her head and sobbed. Then nodded. He then held a stern look upon his face and looked straight into her eyes and told her to undress. She paused a moment and he held out the pics with a sad look upon her face she undid the back of her dress and let it fall to her feet. Then she removed her slip.

He just angrily looked at her and said keep going. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra with tears running freely now. He grinned as her beautiful double D breasts fell freely in front of him. He then sounding pissed said panties too!!! She slid her hands inside them and pushed them down. His eyes marveled at her full bush and cunt.

He told her to put her hands at her sides, she did so starring straight ahead her mind wandering. He walked up to her and began squeezing her left breast, then squeezed it harder, he then began rubbing her right nipple he whispered in her ear, you have beautiful tits you know that? She didn't answer.. He had a full hard on and pushed her hard to the floor. He undid his jeans and pulled out a 9 inch hard on. He yelled, "Suck it you big- titted Bitch!"

She just lay there until he grabbed her by her hair and forced his cock into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and forced her to deep throat him. Pumping her faster and harder with each thrust. Her tongue rolled back and forth over his long member. He leaned his head back and softly moaned enjoying the sensation. "I always knew you were a slut," he said.

Soon he felt like he was about to explode so he made sure he shot his full load down her throat. She was forced to swallow or risk choking. She laid there gagging and coughing while he spoke.

"Remember if you ever disrespect me or my family your life and your son's life will be hell." His wife then entered the room and looked at my mother then smiled and said, "You're a very beautiful women." The huge women then walked over to my mother and helped her up and slowly started to move her hand toward my mother's tits and then circled her nipple. She bent over and took one in her mouth and made slurping sounds. My mother had a look of disgust on her face.

The fat woman put her left hand on my mothers back forcing as much of my mother tit in her mouth as possible, then she ran her hand down her back between my mothers ass cheeks and began to massage her asshole. Red then walked in and smiled at the sight he asked his dad if she was there sex slave now, Red's father looked at him and said to ask her. He looked at my mother with a fleshy smile and asked her and she quietly mumbled a yes.

My mother had mascara all over her cheeks from her crying. Red smiled and walked over to her and told her to bend over for him. She hesitated then with a look from Reds father she grimly did so. He stared at her luscious ass. Red slowly reached out and gripped a cheek, then slapped it hard, Red's father just laughed.

Red's mom began to undress as her flabby tits engulfed her love handles, she spread her legs as she lay on the floor in front of my mother and told her to get to work. My mother slowly crawled over and began lapping up the fat women's wet vagina Red's father soon became hard again and told my mother to spread her legs. She did so and he began to insert his throbbing cock head.

He grabbed her hips and slowly slid himself all the way in her. Red just stood there with a smile on his face watching the show. Red's mom began to moan as my mother played with her clit and Red's father began thrusting harder and harder. His balls were slapping against her at an increasing speed. My mothers tongue lapped up Red's mother's warm juices. She began to gag a bit as the heavy woman thrust her pussy into her face.

My mother tits were bouncing back and forth so lovely. Reds father noticed and grabbed her tits hard then grinned as he shot his load deep inside her. Red's mother smiled and told my mother that she was good at eating pussy. Red's father then smiled and said thank you Mrs. S. "Tomorrow night you're going out on a date with me got it? Now get the fuck out."

I found myself in bed around 10 p.m. and my mother still hadn't come home. I drifted off thinking about the day - the fun and the laughter of it all. Soon I found myself dreaming a recurring dream of my mother; after what had happened, the dream took on a great deal of reality which made it even more pleasant. I fell in a deep sleep holding onto my erection and had no fears of what might happen to me in the morning or when she came home.