We were old enough, and that was all the excuse we needed. The moment my friends and I came of age, we dove head-first into the kinky-sex-underground that our home town thrived on. There were sex clubs, sex parties, car washes that may or may not involve blow jobs for the right donations, and so much more! And we had to admit, we only knew about all of this because of my Mom and Dad. Yeah. Apparently my parents were not only very into the scene, they were actually a very popular and active part of it. Now, I admit, at first that knowledge was horrifying. But, when I actually tried to be open minded, and start asking them questions, well⊠they started answering them. And Ho-Ly Shit! Those answers were hot! The whole town was just corner to corner nymphoâs, swingers, and horny people of every shape size and perversion! And uh, you can imagine how well my friends and I took the news as a group of horny and healthy teens, just recently old enough to participate.
Yeah. I was a popular guy to say the least. I donât think Iâd paid for a meal while around them in months when Halloween rolled around. Then, since we were âin the sceneâ ourselves now, we heard about the party of the year⊠with just one, teeny, tiny, little catch. It was at MY house. So⊠there was that.
Apparently my Mom and Dad through an amazing party when âthe kids were outâ, and with my siblings visiting family, I guess my age meant that they no longer held back on my account⊠that was news. I mean, I guess I wasnât surprised, I just⊠I donât know.
But, the party was on. The theme was that Halloween was like employee appreciation day in hell, and so âthe bossâ, was inviting all the demons, succubi, devils, and monsters to come, drink, play, and fuck until the sun came up.
Yeah, that idea went over well with a group of horny teens, believe it or not. So, whether or not it was being hosted at my house, we were going. So, we got dressed up, a group of monsters and demons going to⊠my house to get laid⊠I mean, it wasnât like the host and hostess would be âdoing stuffâ though. So, I felt safe. But, at the same time, I felt a really good kind of vulnerable. Like, that was my home! My childhood fucking house, and now I was going to see a bunch of gorgeous women getting fucked and doing depraved shit in it! I was pretty sure that if I paid attention, even a little, Iâd never be without a hot image to masturbate to for the rest of my life!
So, Halloween night arrived, and I found myself ringing my own doorbell. Which was novel, to say the least. And then she answered the door, and my heart jumped up into my throat, as my mind began to RAPIDLY process what a terrible and dangerous fucking idea Iâd committed to.
Standing in front of us was a demoness whose looks were on the level of a Goddess. The hottest MILF any of us had ever scene was dress in a way that crossed secretary and demon. High heels, stockings, and garters that disappeared in a skirt that was incredibly short decorated her long sexy legs. A tail was coming out of the back of the skirt, not affixed to it⊠and I was pretty sure that, among other things, that meant she wasnât wearing panties. Her left hand had her wedding band, giant gold bracelets, and a briefcase. In her right was a coffee, and the name written on it was âMistress of Milfs, Empress of Slutsâ. Her top was a ridiculously tight white dress shirt with the collar popped, and it uh, it didnât fit. The buttons leading up to where her massive tits began were doing their best, but the rest had no chance, and so the shirt was simply open from midway up, and serving to cover only her nipples, and portions of something black and lacy.
Her beautiful long hair was done up tightly, in a way that hid whatever was holding her large demon horns in place, and her lips were full, and painted a red so sinful and alluring that youâve never seen it outside of porn. She looked at us, and lastly, at me, with those beautiful eyes of hers, and then she smiled. My Mom smiled at us, and said, âWelcome to Hell kids⊠follow meâ.
Mom led us inside where the music managed to be louder than the moans but just a touch, and we followed her, and the incredibly sexy swing of her hips, as she led us to a table covered in name tags. She spoke loud enough to be heard, and told us that everyone was assigned a âjobâ that they did in hell when they arrived. She gestured to the table where a number of tags had demon jobs, sex jobs, or even just shit like, âlawyerâ, on them. Then she told us that anyone in our age range was automatically an âInternâ, and while Internâs had the night off too, it was part of the game that if anyone told them to do something, they were to act like that person was their boss. She gave out our stickers, and as we put on our âinternâ tags, I noticed she didnât have one. So, loud enough to be heard, I said, âMom. You donât have a tag⊠whatâs your job?â
And she looked at me, blinked a few times, and then her smile went from sultry to bursting with laughter as she threw her head back and genuinely and fully laughed for what seemed like a solid minute. Any night before that one, I would have said my Mom had a great laugh. It was rich, and genuine, and just, REAL. But, watching her dressed like that, in that place, at that time⊠I suddenly realized how sultry my Momâs voice could be, and I was struck, just, fucking struck, by how SEXY her laugh was. Â
When she was done, she wiped a tear from one eye, and said, âOf course you would!â and as she said it she slapped me playfully on one shoulder, and then gestured to the group, and said, âFollow me boysâ. She led us upstairs, and not one of my friendâs even tried to hide the fact the the moment she turned around they couldnât take their eyes off of my Momâs ass. She led out away from the bulk of the party guests, and up the stairs. The noise was much lower up there, and Mom told the group, like she was giving a tour, that the upstairs and bedrooms were generally off limits. There were exceptions, but those exceptions where if either her or her husband specifically told them they were to go into one of the rooms, since some of them had been set up for âspecial eventsâ. Then she stopped at my bedroom door, put her hand on the knob, and, looking at me, she asked, âDo you mind honey?â. I shook my head no, and so the door was opened, we were ushered into my own bedroom, and Mom closed the door behind her after we were all inside.
âNowâ, she said. The noise somewhat distant, and our voices at a more conversational level. âThe reason I laughed back there, is because you kids are late. The party started almost 4 hours ago, and while it is true that it goes on all night, most people are in a rush to get here pretty fast so⊠â We all just kind of, waited for her to keep going, and she didnât disappoint. âAnyway, at this point there are more than 200 people here. Two, HUNDRED⊠and of all of them, you, sweetieâŠâ, she said, gesturing to me. Her smile was amused, but her outfit and body were still brutally seductive. â⊠you were the first person, the WHOLE NIGHT⊠to ask what you asked. Now,â she said, tugging on her skirt a bit, and lowering her voice. She put a hand on her hip, turned her coffee cup so her ânameâ was facing us, and generally seemed to be posing, and slipping back into character. ââŠnowâ, she started again, âask me again, Intern, what you asked me downstairsâ. All eyes turned to me, as Mom took a sip of her coffee, and looked at me over the rim of her cup with a mischievous look in her eyes. She was waiting, and the guys were all staring, so I shrugged, and said it again. âI just said that, you said we were all interns, and that everyone was wearing a tag that stated their job. But your not wearing a tagâŠâ Mom smiled a wicked smile, and gave an âMmm hmmm⊠go onâ. At first I was stuck for a second, but then I realized I hadnât actually repeated the question yet, so I played along, and, looking her in the eyes, I said, âWhatâs your job Mom?â.
At that, her eyes took on a look so sultry that my cock actually bucked a little in my pants, just from the look. Then, she set down her coffee, placed her hands on her hips, spread her legs a bit, and, leaning forward, she told us in her sexiest voice, âWell sweetie⊠I suck off of the internsâ.
At first, the silence was so heavy it was crushing my shoulders. But Mom rolled with it like it was nothing. And, straightening up a bit, she walked over to me, took my hand, and led me to my own bed. My mind was racing with what was going to happen, and my heart was pounding, but she just sat me down, and then, with a soothing tone, she told me to relax and had me lay down in my bed like I was going to sleep or something.
Then she took a few steps back, and turned on my lamps, and turned off the light; before kneeling on the floor. Then, in the gentle light of my room at night, she winked at me before looking at my best friend, and in a stern, but sexy tone, she told him, âYou. Intern! Come here.â, and she pointed to her side. Then, seeming to remember the instructions from earlier, he hopped to it, and double-timed it to that spot before standing almost humorously at attention. Mom looked up at him, and like she was his commanding officer, she advised him, âGood job intern. Now⊠here is your reward.â And that was it. She reached into his costume, he moaned and his legs went weak for a second, and a moment later, her hand came out with his dick in it. Then she shot me a glance, and a moment later, her sexy red lips wrapped themselves around the head of my of my best friendâs cock.
I watched my Motherâs lips slide down a dick as the sound of her moaning in pleasure filled the room. Then she pulled back, and then down again. And soon we were all just, watching my Mom suck, and slurp, and stroke off one of our buddies. After a couple of minutes of watching the show, just, fucking transfixed. I saw her pause long enough to free up her mouth and say, âNo no⊠you bring that over hereâ, and she pointed to her other side. It was then that realized that at least on of my friends had taken his dick out and the bastard was stroking it as he watched my Mother suck cock. Then she had one in each hand, and she spared a smile for me, as she wiggled her eyebrows, and posed between the dicks of two of my friends. It didnât last long though, and then she was right back to work. Moving between the two of them. Her hands and her lips never stopped moving, and we all heard her say, âdown my throat dearâ, a second before she started jerking one my friends of hard, and trapping him between her lips. He came down her throat with rough, spasms, and it was almost like watching him fuck her face as he came. Then there was no almost about, as, seemingly reading my mind, my Mom turned to the remaining teenager, and straight up told him to fuck her throat like it was a pussy.
I donât know what she was using to hold those horns on, but it was a fucking miracle product, because he grabbed her by the horns and fucked her mouth and throat hard and fast. Yanking her head back and forth before shoving his cock down her throat and screaming her name (Mrs. and my last name actually) as he came down her throat.
When those two were done, Mom dabbed at her lips with a tissue from my nightstand (shut up), and turned to the rest of the group, saying, âTwo more, donât be shyâ. And that was how it went. I laid in bed and watched my pretty Mother as she lewdly sucked off my 6 best friends. When she was done, she told them they did good, and wiped her mouth again, producing more lipstick from some hidden hiding place and applying a fresh coat as she walked over to me. My body felt like it was made of lead. I was still just, laying in my bed. And then Mom leaned over me, her giant tits practically falling out of her shirt, as she put her lips up next to me ear and whispered playfully, âNow just TRY not picturing that the next time you are laying here and you need to jerk off.â Then she pulled, back, kissed my forehead like she was kissing me goodnight, and turned for the door. Before she left though, my best friend actually said, âWait⊠didnât you forget one of us?â It was meek, but he made the effort, and Mom turned to him with a smile that absolutely beamed.
Out loud she said, âGood boy!â, and she ran a hand down the front of his shirt before turning her hand and caressing his thigh. âI just knew one of you would be a real friend.â she said before adding in a quieter tone, âyou be sure to find me later, and Iâll have a very special reward for you young manâŠâ, as as she said it, she payfully bopped the end of his nose with one finger.  Then she turned from him, and walked back to the bed.
Smiling down at me, Mom said, âYou never said stop.â And she just, let that hang for a second. Then she added, âYou never tried to leave⊠you never even took your eyes off me. So⊠â she said, tugging at my zipper with long red fingernails. âHowâd you like one more image of Mommy to think back on next time youâre laying her jerking off?â. And, when I nodded, her smile could have melted the strongest man alive, as she moved her lips to my ear, and in a whisper that was just for us, she said, âI have to confess. This is SO fucking hotâ. Then her body slid down mine, and I was staring down the length of my torso and into my Motherâs eyes a split second before she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, and pushed her lips down the length of it.
It was mindblowing. And I have no idea how long it lasted, but it was the longest, most pleasurable, most amazing experience of my life, as I looked down at my Mom bobbing up and down on my cock.
A good while later, my friends where all still standing in the room and watching when I warned her that I was close, and she replied with, âCome for Mommy baby!â, and began to aggressively stroke and suck me through the most powerful orgasm of my life.
When she was done, she smiled, ruffled my hair, and, pointing to her empty mouth, she said, âSwallowing keeps the costume clean⊠for nowâ. Then she winked at me, and this time went to leave for real. When she opened the door, she told us that we all had to go downstairs, and that we were not allowed back upstairs unless we EARNED it, and that either she or her husband would let us know if that happened. She encouraged us to stay, telling us, in hostess mode (seriously, like nothing had happened), that the party was just getting started, and that there would lots of games and events and food and drink, etc⊠for at least another 6-10 hours.
When we got to the steps, she noticed that weâd left the door open to my room, and she gave me a stern and accusing look before excusing herself to close it. Still, we were all just at the bottom of the steps and wondering what to even do with ourselves, when Mom got back, and shouted down at us, one last thing. âIn case you were wondering, some of you DO have parents here tonight, so just keep in mind⊠you are interns. Act like it. And uh, watch out kids. Some of your parents⊠They are total slutsâ. With that, Mom shot me a playful wink, before changing her tone, and adding, âBut seriously though.â Then she pointed to one of my buddies, adding, âEspecially his Mom. Absolute, gangbang whore⊠Anyways. you boys have fun! Iâm sure Iâll be seeing at least some of you laterâ
And just like that, the first part of the night ended. And though Momâs loud tone had drawn a fair amount of attention our way, I could tell from the looks in some of my friends eyes they there were already thinking about what was next. And some of them⊠were obviously looking around from the friendâs Mom who had just been described as a âGangbang whoreâ. And, unless my eyes were playing tricks on me⊠he was one of the ones looking.
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