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HAS ANYONE SEEN MY WIFE: The Unseen Mom

We never learned how our town became a Mecca for swingers and sex lovers of all kinds, but by the time we were teenagers, you can be damn sure we’d figured it out. By high school, we’d all heard the stories about the house on the hill that had huge sex parties, games, and even balls for anyone old enough and brave enough to walk up, ask, and pay a reasonable entrance fee. We’d heard it from older brother’s (or sisters), from friends and neighbors, and, in some cases, from our parents who attended. I was in that last category. I’d learned, sort of out of nowhere, that my parents were swingers and into kinky sex. One day they just sort of blurted it out over dinner. It turned out that they’d gotten away from the lifestyle for a little while and tried some other scenes… but it didn’t work out. Now they were ‘going local’ again, and they wanted me to hear it from them instead of hearing it from an older boy at school, who might see them at the house on the hill and freak out.

I never really knew what to do with that information, at least not until my senior year, when I was finally old enough, and working enough part time hours to be able to go one of the “events”. In fact, myself and my two best friends where all going together and, as weird as it was, I knew I had to warn my parents for the same reason they warned me. They were cool about it… but they also didn’t question it much. We all just sort of nodded, said “okay then” and quickly looked for a change of subject.

But enough about them… because the next weekend, me, my best friend since I was about 4, and a good friend of ours from school, all flashed our ID’s (Which we were weirdly proud of) and headed inside “the house”. It made me way to happy to not have to lie about how I had an ID, but I’d totally left it in different pants.

Now, we wandered around for a bit, and from time to time, we saw women of all shapes and sizes doing all kinds of terribly, wonderful, terrible things. But, mostly, we wandered. We’d never been there before and there was A LOT to see. They had areas of the house set up to look like bathroom stalls complete with glory holes. They had a pool set up for skinny-dipping and sexy time stuff only. They had all kinds of games with sexual twists that had little cards or placards set out for people who’d never played them before. Every new door, every new room, offered some new vice or pleasure to be had. Then, finally… we found a room that no other guys were in…

In the room was a dining room table, with a bottle of clear liquid and two white cards on it. I picked up the first card and read it aloud so we wouldn’t have to pass it around. It said, that as many as 6 men or women could sit at the table at a time, but they all had to join and leave as a group; no coming and going once the fun began. It promised that a beautiful, big titted, insatiable house wife was under the table, “no peeking”; and that she would use her mouth, hands, and oil on anything that we chose to expose. It said that we couldn’t ask her any questions or make any requests, unless she prompted us to, but that if we trusted her, she’d show us one hell of a good time.

On the second white card, a golden wedding ring sat, as if just removed from a delicate female hand that would soon be wrapped around a dick or three. I looked at the other guys when I was done reading, and I could tell by the way that they were staring at the ring that, not only did it turn them on, but that we’d found our “starting point”.

We all just kind of smiled, smacked each other in the chest, and sat down without really exchanging words. After a full minute of nothing, I thought maybe the woman wasn’t there. But then I remember that we hadn’t “exposed” or offered anything. Briefly… I considered taking my shoes and socks off, but I didn’t want my joke to turn into me permanently ruining my first memory of getting to be there. So, I went first, and reaching down, I unzipped my fly. I started to reach into the opening, to get my dick out, but apparently I’d done enough. Because a small, cool hand, gently grabbed mine, and moved it away. Then a second hand ran up my leg, and along my thigh, before a second set of delicate fingers slipped into my pants; and I couldn’t help but moan when those same fingers found what they were looking for, and her hand wrapped itself around my cock, and drew it out of my pants.

When I moaned, the other guys caught on, and quickly unzipped their pants too. When they did, out from under the table, came a low and feminine, “ooohhh”. Apparently, we’d pleased the slutty wife who would soon be “servicing” all three of us.

After a moment of gentle stroking she moved away from me, and I saw my best friend start moaning a moment later. It was so surreal. I’d known him since we were little little kids. My Mom had patched up his scraped knees when he fell off his bicycle. We’d both had parties at the others house when our parents couldn’t do it that year. His Mom had been the first woman I ever masturbated too (though I’d never told him that), and my Mom had been the first woman he’d ever masturbated too (the fucker DID tell me that). In fact, my Mom was probably the woman that all my guy friends (and some of the girls) still masturbated too. Just one of the downsides of having an incredibly busty, beautiful, and well liked Mother I guess. But, anyways, there we were, still hanging out, but now it was some MILF stroking us and our other best bud off. And who knows, maybe it was one of our teachers from school, or one of the hot moms from our neighborhood! There were certainly a lot to choose from!

After a few minutes, she came back to me, and her hand stretched out from under the table in an asking gesture. At first I didn’t get it, but of course, right in front of me was a bottle of clear liquid that the label revealed was flavored, non-toxic lube. I tried giving that to her, and a few moments later I was rewarded by the feeling of two massive, freshly oiled up breasts, enveloping me, and sliding up the length of my cock. The feeling was the most incredible thing I’d ever felt, and I actually gripped the chair and pushed myself a half inch up off it without meaning too. It was just so intense. After a few minutes of fucking paradise, she relented, and again, moved on. First to my best friend, and then to my second best friend. We had definitely chosen the right room. And this was doubly confirmed when she came back to me, and a with a loud moan, she slurped my dripping wet cock into her mouth and began stroking and twisting her hands in a wet slide, up and down the length of me, while also moaning, sucking, and greedily tonguing and slurping my cock. It was, a-fucking-mazing, and it felt so good I thought I was going to fucking die from the sheer pleasure of it all.

But she eased a bit, and we all got a little bit “out of the mood” when we heard a male voice asking his question over and over again in the distance. And, of course, the voice was getting closer.

We could hear him coming down the hallway. You could tell by the sound of his voice that he was poking his head into each room. Every time he did, we heard, “have you seen my wife?”, and then a minute later, “hey, have any of you seen my wife?” It wasn’t like there was anything we could do to stop what was happening under the table, and “play it cool” seemed impossible given the circumstances; but it wasn’t like we had a choice. So, inevitably, the door to the room we were in popped open and he started with “hey have any of you guys seen my…” He paused for a moment, a look of confusion on his face, as if he were struggling to remember why or how we could be there. But after a second, I saw it click, and he said, “Oh hey there boys! Sorry to bother you, I just really thought my wife would be in HERE for sure” he finished with a smile. Then he waived a hand dismissively, as if what he said was stupid now.

“But not with you three in here, of course.” Then he gave a laugh and started to leave. But before he left, one of my friends asked him why his wife would be in this room instead of the others. He stopped before answering, looking at me, and blushing deeply. He seemed to consider just leaving for a second, but then decided against it, and just told us. “Well…” he began. Then he looked at me and shrugged apologetically, stating that, “I don’t want to embarrass you or anything son. But before we were married, this was one of your Mom’s favorite stations”; he said, gesturing to the set up we were all seated at. “In fact, she actually set this table up today. So when I couldn’t find her, I thought she might be waiting here. But, obviously…” he said, gesturing to the three of us, and thus how OBVIOUS it was that, my Mom, would be here under these circumstances!

Then, without much in the way of “byes”, he walked out the door and started down the next hall. A minute later, we heard a distant door open and a voice say, “hey, have you seen my wife?”. But… the thing was… the woman under the table had slowed to a near stop when the door opened. Which was understandable. However… she had stopped, dead in her tracks, when he’d called me Son…

…Of course, it COULDN’T be her! It just couldn’t! I mean, not only because she had started again after he closed the door behind him, but she had actually turned up the intensity a bit. Her moans were louder, her tongue trickier, and her attentions hungry and lusty on a whole new level. In no time at all she had all three of us on the edge, and she was moving her mouth from guy, to guy, to guy; keeping us all moaning, and right on the brink of an ever growing orgasm, without ever letting any of us go over the edge. She always slowed just in time, and then stopped just in time; moving the majority of her attention away from whoever was closest to losing it.

But…

We were all looking at each other now. The question hung in the air, and it was killing me how badly the question turned me on as much as it scared me. When she’d brought me to the brink for the 5th or 6th time, I couldn’t take it anymore! I finally worked up the courage, and asked what we’d all be thinking! I took a deep breath, tried to ignore the hand gently playing with my balls, and asked, out loud, “has anyone actually seen my Mom?”.

The woman under the table froze again, and we all froze with her. Her hand moved away from me, and I almost wanted to shout an apology to get it back, but then she laughed, a sinful, knowing little laugh; and the laugh was shockingly familiar. Then, from under the table, the MOST familiar voice in my whole world, my MOM’S voice… said in a sexy little purr, “I think we all know where your Mom is kiddo”.

The silence in the room weighed 10,000 tons, but it only lasted a few seconds. Then, to my left, my best friend cried out, and jerked back in shock, scooting his chair slightly with his jolt of surprise. Then he was moaning out of control and grabbing table. My other friend and I just sat there, our faces bright red and burning with inner heat as we watched him. We were both horrified and turned on to extremes! He was gritting his teeth, and thrashing, and obviously trying to hold back. His hands moved from gripping the table to gripping the chair! Then he looked at me, and I could see him losing the fight against his own orgasm as he looked right fucking at me and told me, “Oh Fuck Man! Oh Fuck! Oh FUCK! I can feel it! I can feel it and I know it’s her! My cock is your Mother’s throat!”

And then he started screaming, and thrashing, and cumming god knows how much, god knows where… and I could do was sit there and watch thrash and buck his hips up into… and not even able to pretend that it wasn’t the hottest god damn moment of my life! After what seemed like 5 solid minutes of orgasming, he finally calmed, and we could tell he was done. It was then that our other friend asked a question I hadn’t even thought of. “Where’d you cum” he asked. He said it with such wonder it sounded like we were 10 again and lying to each other about how far we’d gone with a girl when no one else was around. But before he could answer the lewdest question anyone’s ever asked about my Mom before… the 2nd of my two closest friends threw his head back and cried out in pleasure. I spent the next 10 minutes watching him worm and writhe, and talk about how amazing the hand job that my Mom was giving him was. But I also heard him beg, BEG for her to put him in her mouth… I could’ve punched him for that. But apparently the woman under the table (shut up, I know!) was only using her hands, and refused to use her mouth on him! Of course, she still made him cum when she felt like it, and soon he was crying that he couldn’t stop it from coming. And when he did, we all, once again, clearly… heard my Mom’s voice.

From under the table she asked, “would you like to cum on my tits?” And the moment she said it, he shoved his chair 6 feet back, grabbed his own dick, stood up, and began jerking off furiously, shouting “Yessssssssss!” in one long, endless cry that became his orgasm. And as he did, all illusion was shattered, as my Mom, popped out from under the table, shot me a wink, and then quickly dashed towards him, where she hit her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, licking her lips and holding up her tits for him to cum on. And cum he did. He blasted load after load after load onto my Mom’s big tits while I watched. And she moaned, and cooed, and told him what a good boy he was, and what a nice cock he ended up having. Some of his cum even splashed across her cheek and face, and when it did, she seemed genuinely turned on by her son’s school buddy’s hot jizz landing on her face…

When it was all said and done. Another heavy silence fell. For but for as serious and scared as my friends and I looked, Mom just looked hungry, horney, and flirty. She shot me a delightful little smile, and stood up (even that was sexual somehow). Then, with a pronounced sway to her hips, she sexily sauntered over to me, and told me to turn my chair to face her. When, obediently, I did, I found myself with a raging hard-on poking out of my pants and up at my own Mother’s tits, as cum from a buddy ran slowly down them. Then… Mom looked me in the eyes, and without breaking eye contact, she smiled sweetly, and slowly sank to her knees in front of me; until she was looking around my cock in order to keep eye contact. Then her voice gently broke the silence, as said, “Mommy’s done an awful lot for you and your little friends today… haven’t I kiddo?”. And I did the only thing I could, I nodded a yes. “Darn right I have!” She added playfully, and then… while I was looking right at her, she, very slowly, moved closer and closer to my dick, and when she was right beside it, she looked from it to me and back again, before extending her tongue, moving it towards the base, and, after a pause, touching the tip of her tongue to the edge of my skin before giving a long, gentle lick up the full length of my shaft. When she flicked it teasingly off of the head, I moaned against my will. And when I did, Mom smiled in a way that said to all who saw it that she knew the power she had over me now. Then, she said, “and since I’ve done so much for you today, do you think you could do something for me now?”

And without thinking, I promised her anything she wanted. And as I was nodding, she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft again, and squeezed gently. But this time, I was watching her, and I knew full well whose hand my cock was filling up. Then, without warning, she was stroking. Strong, and steady… and building, and building. And she was naked, and Mom, and she had cum on her, and she’d just blown me and two friends (mostly), and it was all, very suddenly, WAY more than too much. I felt myself moving towards orgasm like a fucking volcano, and then she, with a pleading tone, she begged, “Say Mommy! I need to hear it baby! This is so fucking hot and slutty and nasty! I HAVE to hear you say it honey! Please! For Mommy!”

And just then, I couldn’t fucking take it anymore, and I grabbed a fistful of my own Mother’s hair, jerked her head back, pulled her face right up to my cock, and told her in no uncertain terms, “I"m going to shot a hot load of cum all over my Mommy’s face! And I’m going to make you do it for me! Now jerk that cock Mom! Jack your own Son’s hot cum all over you!” And as she obeyed me, her other hand disappeared between her legs, and, I swear, we both orgasmed together. But while she came on her thigh… I came all over my Mother’s beautiful face.

What seemed like an eternity later, I caught my breath, and managed to stand up. My two buddies were also “coming to”, and Mom was fixing the table. As it looked like we were all getting ready to clean up and walk away like nothing ever happened, I felt a sudden surge of bravery, and said one of the boldest things I’ve ever said; and with actual confidence too!

“You know Mom”, I started, getting her to turn to look at me. “You were amazing with your hands and your mouth, but as you can see”, I said gesturing to my best friend who was, at that very moment, staring at the cum Mom still had all over her face; “we’re hard again. And… I was wondering if maybe we could do… 'More’…”. At that, Mom’s eyes went a little lusty, then she glanced over at the proof that my friends were, indeed, hard again, before looking back to me and smiling playfully. “Oh you boys!” she said with a grin. “I’d pretend to be surprised by teenage stamina, but sweetie… that would be a lie” she said with an incredibly suggestive tone that made my already hard cock jump a little. “Still, that is not what I have planned today, so the answer is no. Not a firm no…. but more of a, let’s say… Not Today”. And with that she gave me another very suggestive wink. Then, to my great sadness, she wiped herself down, retrieved her clothes from a closet, put her wedding ring back on and got dressed.

But, just before she left, she turned to the three of us, and in a whisper she said, “I tell you what though… You think of some creative way, that, like today, we can do something right in front of your Dad without him knowing about it, and… Well shit honey. You do that, and you can bring as many friends as you want next time. And sweetie… when you put that many horney teenage boys in a room with your Mom, I promise you, it ALWAYS turns into a gangbang”. Then she kissed me on the forehead, told the three of us to “be good”, and with a sexy little sway that would blueball a saint, she walked out of the room, and out into the party.

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