We decided not to go meet the others, instead we went back to my apartment. The walk back was strangely silent. Once back inside we began to fantasize about fucking my mother. My mother came into the kitchen where we had gathered; we all just looked at her as we stopped talking.

To this day I'm not sure what happened, and I have tried at times to figure it out. But after forty years I guess I'll stop trying. My mother very calmly told the others to wait in the kitchen, then told me to follow her into the living room. As I followed her, she told me to pull the shades down and help her get the hide-a-bed set up.

Once this was done she began to remove her cloths; then she told me to remove all my cloths. I had seen my mother nude. I knew every part of her intimately. I had seen her raped and fucked in all sorts of positions. I even watched her sucking cock. Still, I was embarrassed to be nude before her. With her helping me, we finally stood totally nude. Then with a very firm voice she told me to bring Red in and only Red.

The looks on my friend's faces were ones of embarrassed amusement when they had to look at my nakedness. I got Red, and told the others to wait in the kitchen. When Red and I came into the living room we found my mother sitting on the edge of the bed. She told me to sit on the couch and watch. With a motherly smile, she told Red to undress Red almost ripped off his cloths.

I watched from the couch as Red and my mother wrestled on the bed. I began to masturbate. She kissed his body and responded to his lips as he sucked on her nipples. Her fingers rubbed his hard cock. Then getting on her all fours she told Red, but looked at me as she did, "I know this is your favorite position. AND I KNOW you know what to do!"

Red mounted her and I watched my best friend's cock slip inside my mother's pussy. Red hammered and hammered himself into her, he slapped her ass cheeks very hard as he fucked her until with excited words of "OH FUCK OH FUCK!!" he shot his first load of cum into a female.

Panting, Red lay on his back laughing with enjoyment. My mother bent over and kissed him on the forehead, then told him to dress and go home. As she pointed him to the front door, she looked at me saying nothing. When Red left she told me to get Jimmy.

The scene was the same, except she laid on top of Jimmy. I could see his small cock slide inside of my mother's pussy, but I could barely see the rest of Jimmy. Except I could hear his slurping as he sucked on her tits. Jimmy came, and he too laid panting on the bed, but silently with a big smile on his face.

Tommy was next. My mother had to explain, as she would with Eddy, on how to do things. Tommy and Eddy both were nervous wrecks when they started, but when my mother wrapped her legs around them and stuck their cocks in her - well they changed. They pounded her pussy like no tomorrow. Billy was last. Like Jimmy and Red, he knew what to do.

Unlike Jimmy and Red, when he had cum and laid panting on top of my mother; instead of just smiling or laughing he began to sob and thank her. My mother stroked his head for a moment then pushed him off her and told him to dress and go home.

As the front door closed on Billy, and my mother went into the bathroom, I began to get as excited as I ever had been, and maybe have ever since. I wondered what it was going to be like, and how it was going to be after we fucked.

I wondered if I could sleep with her when dad and my brother were gone. My hopes were higher than ever before. But when my mother came out of the bathroom all dressed, and asked me what I wanted for dinner, I almost broke out into tears.

As I sat there at the kitchen table watching her prepare dinner she began to talk about each of my friends, and how they were. Every now and then she'd ask me if I agreed.. I was stunned, angered and totally dumbfounded. I really had no clue as how to react to what had happened, and apparently what was not going to happen. I did know, as I was putting myself to bed that my balls ached unbelievably.

For a while I laid in bed mad as hell at my mother, and planning on selling her to some niggers and watching them do their thing with her. I was about to beat myself off, but when the door of my bedroom opened I stopped. My mother came in from her bath, still drying herself off. The smell of her bath salts still linger in my mind today.

At first she sat at the foot of my bed, softly talking about what had been going on. I mean everything. How she knew what we had done when we drugged her. How the pictures we took could destroy her and dad. About how she felt about us doing what we were doing. How mad she was about it all. How she didn't know how she was going to stop it - if she could.

Then she explained why she fucked my friends in front of me. It was her way of hurting me. But she added, she knew it was only a matter of time before we all would want to do her'. That I may have done her' with the others, which would be wrong since she was my mother. With that I let out an involuntary groan.

She stood up and bent over me her robe opened a bit. As her big lovely tits dangled close to me I reached up and began to fondle one. I softly sucked on her nipple and licked it up nicely. I heard her begin to speak and felt the sheet covering me being pulled off.

As she reached down and pulled my shorts off exposing my erection, I vaguely remember her saying something about alleviating my physical pain. What I vividly remember was my mother's soft fingers firmly grasping my cock. Then her head going towards my cock. How her wet hair hung down. How her hot wet tongue first touched my aching cock, and how my body tensed in excitement.

I watched her head bob up and down on my cock as I felt her tongue and lips press and caress it. As I felt my cock load up to explode, I fought back the urge to cum so I could enjoy my mother's mouth eating my cock. The more I tried to prolong it, the more my body began to jerk.

I found my hands holding onto her wet head, involuntarily urging her to suck harder and faster. Mother must have sensed it to, now her fingers began to work the wet shaft of my over cum stuffed cock, and her lips and tongue moved faster.

Finally my whole body jerked, and I groaned in delight as I felt my cum exploding out into my mother's mouth. As I came and came my mother didn't take her mouth off my cock like she would with some stranger. She slowed her pace until she milked all the cum out of me and I went limp.

I laid exhausted, and watched my mother take the wet towel she had brought in with her, and place it to her mouth. Then as I closed my eyes I felt her wiping my now softening cock off with the towel. I felt like Red and Jimmy with their big smiles and laughter, and yet like, Billy who just wanted to thank her for the experience of a life time. With all the emotions of the moment, I apologized for what I had done and that I was going to stop what was going on.

After I said that; my mother stood up and calmly, told me that it wasn't our faults, that we were misled by Red's dad and others. As for stopping what was going on, she sadly sighed that neither her or I could stop things -- just yet. With that she told me to go to sleep that she would be out for a while. I was so relaxed and exhausted that I fell asleep without thinking or dreaming about sex that night.

As I said, from that day on things changed. My mothers plan to make us feel guilty back fired. My friends were fucking my mother almost daily up in my apartment. Sometimes I'd watch, but usually not. Now, at some of the get-togethers, we arranged - for a special price: One of my friends to fuck my mother, who'd be tied either across some table or old bed or whatever was available. And without my mother knowing it we'd let the guy who paid the special price - fuck her as well.

Hell, I figured as long as she was fucking other men she wouldn't mind doing someone our age. Now; the special price I refer too, was a payment of three nude pictures of someone they knew - mother, aunt, cousin, or sister.

In later years some of these pictures that my mother fucked for, paid off for us rather well. As for me, I kept her wish and refrained from fucking her. For her part she'd regularly suck me off. I think I was the only boy who never got a good night kiss from his mother, but got a good night blow job instead.

By the end of the school year, and most of us had turned thirteen a strange thing was happening. We were getting bored. Not of sex. No we all were getting plenty. In fact two of the pictures we got from some guys for fucking my mother paid off. We had two girls our age who spread their legs for us whenever we wanted. Now I was getting fucked and still getting my good night blow job. No we were getting bored with my mother. As Red put it, there had to be more fun to be had, as well as more money to be made.

"How much money do you think you made?"

"Hell Bob I don't know. Not that much, split between the six of us. Besides we did it for the thrills more than anything. It was exciting just to watch the other kids faces."

"How about the pictures. You got a couple of girls right away. Any grown women?"

"Some of the pictures of a couple of aunts and one mother, were dogs. About five others were of girls younger than us. Later we got all five for various activities -as it were."

"Didn't you guys ever worry about getting caught? I mean hell, Llama you got her naked in theaters, and other public places."

"We were young and stupid. What can I say? That was half the thrill!"

"Okay. Red's parents and Jimmy's dad were pimping you mother. Did they get kinky like at Sam's Rec?"

"Oh they did some bondage with her. But you wouldn't want to harm the golden pussy would you?"

"Llama; you can't tell me that Red's parents didn't know that your mother fucked their little boy."

"Ya. From that time on, Red and his dad would fuck my mother together at times. Of the others only Red got a blow job from my mother, and only when he was fucking her with his dad. Jimmy's dad let him have a couple of cousins join him in fucking my mother whenever Jimmy had them over at their house. Billy and Eddy never told their parents. In fact I don't think their parents ever knew what was going on. Tommy on the other hand... Well Tommy and his parents, rather his mother surprised me.

I didn't think his parents - mother knew. But I was wrong. Once I went over to get Tommy for something, don't recall what. But I found him under a basement shower with my mother. As he soaped and plaid with my mother; his mother sat on the steps intently watching. When Tommy's mother saw me she simply told me to take off my cloths and join her son and my mother. Later Tommy told me my mother, and his mother would disappear for a while. Figure it out for yourself." "Did you shower?"

"Rub-a-dub-dub!"

"When did the real kinky and sadistic things start?"

"Well like I said, all though the school year everything was okay. But at the beginning of summer we were bored. And it's late. I'm tired. Bring some more beer and we'll talk next time at the lodge." "Damn Llama why must you leave me hanging like this. Every damn time."

CHAPTER 3

I had promised Bob that I'd finish the story of my mother, and probably could have done an adequate job without coming up to the cabin that Red had purchased some years ago; then passed on to his son. Yet I figured Bob would appreciate some visuals to go along with the ending. As one would guess, the cabin held the visuals that would put all that I had told him into proper prospective.

"I talked with Red's kid," I told Bob as I got out of the car, "Very trusting fellow."

"Hope he has some beer inside," Bob replied. "I'm dry as a bone. But I'm wide awake and wanting to hear it all. Even if it takes all fucking night."

"Well maybe I won't have to talk to much," I told him unlocking the front door. I bid him follow me and took him to a den in the back of the cabin. Flicking on a light, I listened to Bob let out a long low whistle of excitement.

Adorned on all the walls were pictures of nude women, and young girls. Some in good taste, others pure pornographic. I left Bob to gawk and work himself into a burning sweat, and went to the kitchen and got us a six pack of beer.

As I came back into the den Bob looked over his shoulder at me, "Some of these pictures are very old," pausing to gather his thoughts, "Ah would you say any came from the 1950's?"

I laughed at his sudden awkwardness. I walked over to one picture of a nude woman posed for a cheese cake photo. "This picture was taken for a burlesque theater on State Street in Chicago. Now it couldn't be displayed on the street. You see - shows her nipples and pussy. Couldn't show those things back then.

But just inside, just barely inside; so when the doors where held open for any length of time. Well you get the idea. Now of course she couldn't be like that on stage - it was against the law. Of course it was. Well maybe, just maybe, with the right cops on the beat. Just maybe you'd see her."

"Can I guess?" Bob smiled from ear to ear. "This your mother?"

I shook my head yes and guided him to another where she was on her all fours. Bob studied it for a long while before saying anything. "Damn you weren't bull shitting. She was one fine lady. With big fucking tits. I mean not sloppy fat tits..."

"I get the point," I said sitting down on a chair watching Bob's head spin around in excitement.

"Shit," Bob said excitedly, "This is you and your buddies with her, isn't it!"

"Yep."

"Damn you guys had the world by the tail. Your mother's tail, that is! So what came next?"

"Well like I was telling you we were bored. Bored with sex with my mother, that is."

"That's nuts. How the fuck could you get bored with a nice body like that?"

Yet as the six of us sat on Red's front steps that long ago summer night remembering the fun we had the past year at my mother's expense it was apparent that something was missing, somehow we were actually bored. Bored not so much with sex. No more with my mother than anything.

We had used her as a way to deal ourselves into getting new willing "sex" partners. For pictures of my mother, or having my mother perform for other guys around our age bracket, we were able to get some pictures in exchange, of their sisters, cousins, and even a couple of aunts. Now some of the pictures we had to wait until the girls matured more, but some paid out right away. We were getting sex from a couple of high school seniors and an eighth grader on a regular basis. In all fairness they were not bad looking either.

So the guys, as well as myself, were getting plenty. It was probably easier for the guys; because the girls were closer to our age, so when they fucked they didn't feel intimidated. I guess. Also, although no one said it; there was a bit of deep guilt at what we had done. All except Red. As time went on that summer the others would see less and less of my mother.

As another man walked out of Red's rundown flat, zipping up his pants, Jimmy said there went another happy customer thanks to my mom. In fact my mother was inside fucking and sucking for Red's parents; who were still making a fairly decent profit with my mother as their whore.