Contains: Cheating, Bukkake, Incest, Urine, Scat, Humiliation, Violence, Cruelty, and Betrayal.
Winter had swept into the simple suburban neighborhood like it always had, laying trees barren while snow descended across the state. Sheltered from the wind and the cold, Brandon Ellis and his friends had taken refuge in a local bowling alley, throwing a birthday party for his mother.
In the back, roped off from the rest of the building, festivities were being enjoyed by the large group, laughing and enjoying the alcohol as the weather outside grew worse.
“You boys are terrible,” Nancy giggled, attempting to finish another beer as the group cheered her on. Among them was nearly two dozen young men, along with several older who were fathers. However, the only woman in the entire crowd was Nancy.
“Chug, chug, chug!” the group chanted, watching the foamy liquid pour into her mouth, spilling over and running into her cleavage.
Nancy had retained her youthful appearance over the years, giving birth to Brandon when she was only 16, making her the youngest, and most attractive mother in the town of Greywood. With the other mothers jealous of her looks, and no female friends to join her birthday, she remained surrounded by men.
Gathered together in the front of the crowd stood her son’s three best friends: Mike Choi, a short, black haired Asian boy; Johnny Cook, a tall, lanky, red haired geek; and finally David White, the muscular, athletic, blonde haired leader of their group.
It had become clear to the gang that Nancy was drunk, slurring her words and staggering as they each attempted to help her walk, groping her through the crowd and squeezing her whenever Brandon wasn’t looking.
“You okay, Ms. Ellis?” Mike asked, grabbing a handful of her ass while helping her into a nearby chair.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Dave suggested, reaching out and opening the top button on her blouse, exposing more of her wet cleavage.
When she giggled and opened another, the entire group gained a collective smile. Quickly whispering to each other, Mike, Johnny, and Dave pushed through the crowd, finding Brandon who was lost in the back.
“Hey, dude, do you mind running home real fast?” David asked.
“Your mom spilled some stuff on her shirt, she wants you to go get her a dry one.”
“Yeah, Mike will drive you,” Johnny laughed, shoving him forward.
“Dude, why me?” Choi complained.
“It will only take a minute, man.” Answered David.
Grumbling, they headed for the exit, glancing back at the large group that surrounded Brandon’s mother, still laughing and clapping.
The old El Camino bounced and shook as it drove through the snow covered streets, the gusts of wind nearly pushing them from the road as they approached Brandon’s home.
Jumping out of the car, he headed for the house when Mike shouted. “Dude I’m almost out of gas, I’ll be right back, okay?”
Giving a thumbs up, Brandon made his way inside as Choi turned around in the driveway, backing over a garden gnome that was half covered with snow.
Speeding back to the bowling alley, Choi rejoined his friends, laughing when they asked where Brandon was. “Stuck at home like a dork, no way he can walk back in that weather.” he chuckled as the wind rattled the doors.
Pushing through the group, the trio finally rejoined Nancy, smiling broadly as she came into view. With her blouse fully removed, her luxurious, melon sized breasts were hanging free.
Most of the young men had already freed their cocks, moaning as she clumsily stroked them, moaning each time someone came, rocketing their sperm across her chest or face.
“Holy shit,” Choi gushed, “Wh-what if the owner catches us?” he worried.
“See for yourself.” John said, pointing out the oldest, balding fat man beside Nancy, grunting as he sprayed a thick, yellow load across her arm and shoulder.
“Fuck, I’m next then!” Choi laughed, rushing to get in line.
“Hold up.” David said, grabbing him by the shirt and keeping him close. “Johnny and I were talking, and we’ve come up with a plan.”
Choi tilted his head and adjusted his erection, “What do you mean, what plan?”
“When you were gone, Nancy dropped some pretty big secrets.”
“Come on, she’s drunk, I bet she’ll tell us again.”
Now as confused as aroused, Choi followed them closer to Nancy, where another teenager had just ejaculated across her chest, adding to the already soaked, voluptuous mounds.
“Hey, Ms. Ellis, tell us about your son again.”
Sitting inside his house, Brandon stared out the window, still waiting on Choi to return. Pulling out his phone, he quickly punched the buttons and sent a text, asking Choi where he was.
“Ran out of gas, be back soon.” the reply came after two minutes.
Shrugging, Brandon retired to his bedroom, turning on his xbox and preparing to play Call of Duty. Suddenly his phone buzzed again, this time a text from David.
“Where are you two?” he asked.
“Choi ran out of gas, I’m at home waiting.”
“Okay, the party is almost over anyway.”
“That’s okay, I’m not into crowds.” Brandon sent the final text, tossing his phone on the bed before booting up the game.
Fist bumping each other, the boys smiled before watching David stuff his phone away, leaning closer Nancy as her mouth hung open to catch an older father’s cum as it shot across her nose.
“Tell us about your son again.” David asked, smiling as the she pressed her breast together, watching sperm drool down the crack before dripping onto her skirt.
“You mean that mistake I named Brandon?” she hiccuped and swayed in place, giggling as another boy stepped up and placed his drooling cock in her palm.
“Yeah, don’t you love him?” David winked at Choi, waiting on her response.
“No!” she huffed, “I didn’t want him!” her left hand squeezed harder than intended, causing the teen to squeal and stand on his toes, begging to be released.
“Oh shit.” Choi chuckled.
“I never wanted to be a mom.” she complained, flinching when another teenager ejaculated across her face, leavings long white lines in her messy disheveled hair.
“Okay guys, let’s finish up, I think we need to get Ms. Ellis home before her stupid son starts wondering where she is.” Johnny announced to the complaints of everyone else.
Within the final twenty minutes, the gang had finished firing their loads, leaving Nancy drenched in their sperm, not unlike a Japanese bukkake. Everyone with a phone had taken pictures of the final result, posing with her, smiling and recording her as she played with her sperm drenched chest. Luckily for the trio, nearly everyone had drove themselves, so when the scene eventually cleared, only them and Nancy remained.
Only now did they see just how drunk she was, leaning back in her chair, she struggled to stay upright. Taking out their phones, the boys made sure to record as much of her as they could before actually helping.
“We can’t take her back to Brandon.” Johnny said, lifting her skirt and poking his finger against her cotton covered pussy, getting no reaction from the drunken mom.
“What about a hotel?” Choi suggested as he returned from the Bowling Alley’s bar, a small towel in his hands.
“Too expensive, and we need to get her back to Brandon in at least a couple hours. We don’t want him getting suspicious.” David said.
Using the towel, they attempted to clean her chest and face off, smearing her already ruined make-up before re-buttoning her shirt.
“Let’s just take her to my house, my parents should still be at work.” Johnny said.
“Dude, why didn’t you say that in the first place?!” David scolded, slapping him across the back of the head, three stooges style.
Slightly cleaner, but with her white blouse still soaked and sticking to her chest, her nipples were clearly visible as they helped her walk through the bowling alley. Everyone, including the owner, got more than an eye full as she stumbled and laughed, dragging her feet before finally making it outside.
Back home, Brandon paused his game when his cell phone buzzed with another message.
“Dude, Is it okay if I just go back to the party without you? Samuel just told he needed a ride home.” the text read.
“Uh, yeah that’s fine, just let me know how mom’s doing, she looked like she was getting drunk.” he texted back.
It was another ten minutes before he got a reply, “Yeah she’s pretty drunk, but we’re keeping a close eye on her.”
“Okay thanks, try not to let those old guys hit on her. lol”
Choi hit send before he closed his phone, shutting his eyes while Nancy leaned over his lap, sloppily sucking at his erection as they drove to Johnny’s house.
“I can’t believe how slutty she is.” he moaned.
“Well you heard her: she never wanted Brandon, she’s just a party girl.” David laughed, fist bumping Johnny.
When they arrived at the two story home, they practically carried her inside, the alcohol leaving her nearly immobile. With her eyes shut, they sat her on the couch where she quickly passed out, slumping against the armrest.
“Fuck, now what?” Choi asked.
“I’m starting to feel like we’re in over our heads here.” Johnny agreed, staring at the unconscious woman on his parent’s sofa.
“You two just calm down,” David said confidently, “we’ll just get her cleaned up, dry her off, and have a little fun, nothing to worry about.”
Removing her blouse proved to be a hassle, leading them to not attempt anything else. The stains on her skirt would remain as they ran her shirt under the bathroom sink, ringing it out before throwing it in the dryer.
Returning with a wet wash cloth, they wiped and cleaned as much sperm from her chest and face as they could. The dried cum in her hair was impossible to remove, so they ignored it.
Now mostly clean, the youths stood around her, groping and squeezing her breast, pinching the nipples and leaving red bite marks everywhere they could.
“I told you being Brandon’s friend would pay off eventually.” David smirked, stepping beside Nancy’s face, rubbing his cock against her cheek and using the friction to pleasure himself.
“I can’t believe he still thinks we’re his friends.” Johnny laughed, pushing her skirt up so he could inspect her pussy.
“How do you think she’ll act when she sobers up?” Choi wondered, still groping at her chest.
“Uh, guys, slight problem.” Johnny squeaked, pointing to Nancy’s crotch.
Everyone crowded closer, pulling her skirt even higher as they watched a trickle of urine fill her white panties before the volume increased, gushing piss across the couch, soaking her skirt and thighs.
“Fuck yeah, that’s awesome!” Choi cheered, stroking faster as Nancy wet herself.
“Dude, fuck you! This isn’t your house, my parents are going to be home in a few hours!” Johnny cried.
“Chill, dude, just.. get some paper towels.” David said, his eyes still glued to the heavy flow of urine as it seeped over the couch and spilled into the carpet.
With Johnny running into the kitchen, Choi and David fist bumped again before leaning closer, pulling her ruined panties aside to watch the stream slowly stop, puddling around her ass.
Moaning and shifting in her seat, the drunken mother was gradually coming around, causing the boys to freeze in their place. Slowly her eyes opened, glancing lazily around the room before noticing her son’s friends below her, inches away from her wet, exposed pussy.
“Okay, guys, I got some paper-” Johnny froze when he ran back in, Nancy’s eyes staring directly at him.
“Uhh-” was all he could utter before a cell phone started ringing, causing them all to jump.
Searching pockets and checking phones, their mouths hung open when they realized it was Nancy’s. Before anyone could move, she answered the call.
“Hello?” she said sluggishly, her free hand pushing between her legs and re-covering her pussy.
“Hey mom, is the party about over?” Brandon asked, causing Nancy to roll her eyes in disgust when hearing his voice.
Looking up at his friends, admiring their exposed erections, Nancy blinked unevenly before smirking. “Not yet, honey.” she answered.
“Will it be much longer?”
When the trio noticed she wasn’t upset, they smiled and stepped closer, putting their cocks within grabbing distance. Reaching out with her free hand, David was the lucky choice as she squeezed and stroked him.
“I just need to finish… a few things.” she answered, still swaying slightly.
“Oh, uh okay then, I guess-” Brandon’s voice was silenced as she ended the call, tossing the phone to the other side of the couch.
“So tired of that little shit.” she slurred angrily, pulling David closer so she could wrap her lips around him.
Holding the back of her head, David groaned as Choi waited his turn. Johnny meanwhile had sunk to his knees below them, attempting desperately to mop up the urine soaked carpet.
The snow storm outside had continued to worsen, rattling the windows as the wind gusted harder, snow threatening to encase them inside.
Taking her time, Nancy performed oral on all three young men, giving them each equal treatment while they enjoyed her skills in cock sucking. By the time each of them had cum, Nancy had begun to sober up, gaining enough balance to stagger to the bathroom.
Waiting in the living room, Johnny resumed scrubbing the carpet as Choi and David paced around the room, attempting to capitalize on the situation.
“I got it!” David said, slapping his fist into his palm.
Choi and Johnny looked up at him, startled by the shouting.
“We have a sleepover with Brandon.” David beamed.
The other two looked at each other, unconvinced of the idea.
“What about Brandon though?” Johnny asked.
“You leave that to me.” Nancy said, stepping out of the bathroom topless, smiling devilishly as she dropped her wet panties to the floor.
“Ms. Ellis?” David could barely respond.
“Call me, Nancy.” she said, walking across the room as her chest bounced hypnotically.
“N-Nancy, ma’am, you’re okay with this?” Johnny looked up as she sat on the dry side of the couch.
Moaning and settling into her spot, she smiled at the young men before opening her legs. “You three are just using my stupid son, right?” she smirked when seeing the surprise on their faces.
“I know how perverted and twisted you are, I’m not stupid.” she said, pinching one of her large nipples. “Lucky for you I’m just as bad.”
“You mean you knew the whole time?” Choi asked, his eyes wide in astonishment.
Nancy shifted in her seat, giving the teens a better view of her exposed crotch. “Of course I did, I love the way you three look at me. You didn’t see me as some old woman with a kid, you saw a- what is it called?”
“A sexy Milf.” David answered quickly.
Nancy’s face lit up from the compliment, opening her legs more as she leaned forward. “I’m so tired of Brandon stopping me from having fun, always complaining when I go on dates, or whining when I try to bring men home.”
“Brandon’s a fucking loser.” David announced loudly, grinning when Nancy moaned and reached for her pussy.
“Yeah, we prank him every chance we get.” Johnny admitted.
“Remember when you broke his arm?” Choi laughed, lighting jabbing Dave in the shoulder.
Nancy gasped loudly, clamping her hand to her pussy before sitting up. “You did that?!” she shouted, “He said he fell!”
“He did fall,” David admitted, “after I shoved him out of the tree.” he smirked.
“Yeah, Dave said it was an accident, and Brandon believed him.” Johnny added.
Standing from the couch, Nancy quickly stalked David, causing him to step back before she grabbed his shoulders, kissing him passionately.
The boys looked at each other, the light bulbs above their heads turning on.
“Nancy, can we beat up that faggot you call a son?” Choi asked excitedly.
Rubbing her pussy again, Nancy broke the kiss with David and growled lustfully. “How bad will you hurt him?” she moaned.
“Let us sleep over.. and we’ll show you.” David whispered into her ear, making her tremble before forcefully kissing him again.
Shutting off his Xbox, Brandon wandered casually through the house, peeking out the windows, watching the snow level rise while his friends and mother remained away. I might not get another chance. he thought, smirking as he dashed into his mother’s bedroom.
Digging through the different drawers, he eventually came across her collection of panties. Pink, white, blue, even a black that seemed expensive with intricate designs.
Grabbing the simple white pair, he rushed back to his room, booting up his computer and dropping his pants. As porn loaded, Brandon covered his erection in his mother’s undergarments, stroking himself while watching actresses pretend to be naughty mothers.
I bet the guys would kill to get a pair of mom’s panties. he thought, cupping his balls and sighing as he started masturbating.
When his phone chirped, Brandon hardly noticed, however the second time caught his attention. Flipping the phone open, he was stunned to find a picture from David, a close up of a dripping wet pussy.
“Holy shit, who’s that?” Brandon texted quickly, stroking himself to the image.
“Your mom. lol” David’s next message said, sending a shiver through Brandon’s cock, however the following text confirmed what he already expected.
“Just kidding, Samuel from the gym broke up with his girlfriend, and sent me that pic.”
“Nice.” Brandon texted back, taking one last look at the picture, admiring how plump and soaked it looked. Turning back to the computer, he continued stroking himself before his phone started ringing.
“How’d you like the photo?” David asked when Brandon picked up.
“Fuckin’ hot, dude.” he replied.
“He loved it.” David whispered.
“Where are you guys?” Brandon asked, still slowly stroking himself.
Breathing heavily into the phone, David moaned before answering, “We’re a little snowed in, ugh, but we’re almost finished.” he grunted.
“What are you doing?” Brandon laughed.
“We’re gang-bangin’ your mom, what about you?” David chuckled.
For as long as Brandon and the trio had been friends, they had constantly joked back and forth about each other’s mothers. Nearly all punchlines ended with someone’s mother, and even now, at 18 years old, the jokes continued.
“I’m getting a blow job from your dad.” Brandon laughed, increasing the bite of his joke.
“At least I have a dad, bitch.” David shot back, moaning again as he spoke.
Hiding the pain of his friend’s insult, Brandon waited a moment, listening to his friend grunt and growl before speaking again.
“So uh,” Brandon stroked faster. “How’s mom doing?”
“Don’t worry, she’s loving it.”
Being aroused, Brandon couldn’t help himself, “So a gang-bang, huh?” he chuckled nervously.
Grunting into the phone, David laughed, “Hell yeah, after they guys at the party drenched her in jizz we brought her to Johnny’s place.”
“Oh shit, then what?”
“Well she pissed herself, so that was cool,” Dave chuckled, high fiving Choi loud enough for him to hear.
“Damn, dude.” Brandon sighed.
“That’s not the half of it.”
When David passed the phone to Choi, he groaned before answering, “Your mom’s a slut, dude, she even takes it up the butt.” Choi grunted, causing Brandon to stroke faster.
“She’s been telling us how much she hates you, too,” Choi admitted, laughing when he heard Brandon moan, “Dude are you jerking off?”
“No,” he replied, “your mom is helping me.”
When the entire group laughed, Brandon knew he was on speaker phone, adding a touch of humiliation to his situation. Still gripping his mother’s panties, the fabric had started rubbing him sore, and increasing his desire to finish.
Johnny was handed the phone next, speaking clearer than the rest, “Did you know Nancy is great at sucking cock,” he asked rhetorically.
“Nope,” was all he could respond.
“She’s licking my balls right now, and if she keeps it up I swear I’ll cum on her face again.” he laughed.
“You should s-send me a picture.”
More laughter erupted from the group, helping push Brandon to his limit, “Wh-what? You should.”
“Nah, that would ruin our fun, but we’ll put a bunch of them online later.” Johnny snickered.
Turning his volume up, he could distinctly make out the sounds of slapping and moaning, adding to his arousal.
Nearly in a trance, Brandon had become silent as he listened to his friends pretend to fuck his mom, grunting, moaning, laughing and cracking jokes at him. Watching the big, busty housewife on his computer get fucked, Brandon put his phone on mute as he came, squirting into his mother’s soft cotton panties before taking a deep breath.
“So after you guys cum, can you bring her home before it gets dark?” he chuckled, now relaxed after his orgasm.
“Sure, buddy, but only if we can sleep over and bang her again.” David said as he retook control of the phone.
“That sounds awesome, we can try to beat the zombie map again, and I’m sure if your mom doesn’t mind, mine won’.” Brandon said with excitement.
“Sounds good, dude.” David grunted as the phone was passed back to him.
“Ugh, fuck, yeah I’m gonna nut.”
“Just don’t knock her up,” he laughed, still going with his friend’s fantasy.
“No promises,” David cried, roaring into the phone as he finished his grandiose performance.
After a moment of silence, he finally returned to the phone, huffing and puffing, “Whew, man that felt good.”
“Yeah yeah, just let me talk to her, dweeb.” Brandon scoffed.
“He wants to talk to you.. Oh okay- sorry, man, she says she hates you.” The trio laughed behind the phone.
“Here, she’ll tell you herself.”
Static rattled the phone as it was passed between hands, then, after a moment of silence, he could hear breathing.
“I hate you, Brandon.” whoever spoke sounded like they were rubbing a finger across their lips, causing a blubbery, comical voice.
“Really? That’s the best impression you can do?” he laughed.
“Well, Choi and Johnny are about to cum, and think your mom is too, so we should be back pretty soon.”
“Okay sounds good, oh hey, I have something cool to show you guys when you get here.” Brandon beamed, staring at the cum drenched panties.
“Cool, see you soon, dude.”
The trio burst into laughter as the phone call ended, reveling in Brandon’s ignorance. Grunting, moaning and thrashing against her, Choi released his load just as he pulled out, spraying her blubbery backside with fresh, warm spunk.
Above her face, Johnny had reached the same climax, squealing as her tongue flicked across his tip, causing him to rocket across her face, splashing sperm against her nose and eyes, moaning as he finished and stepped down from the couch.
“Goddamn, that was good.” Choi remarked as they stared at the middle aged mother, now dripping with their semen.
“I guess we should get you cleaned up then.” said Dave as he smiled.
Still tipsy, Nancy was helped into the bathroom as the boys returned to the living room, basking in their victory. Glancing outside, it clear the storm wouldn’t stop, and soon they wouldn’t make it home if they waited much longer.
“Do you think Brandon will notice anything?” Johnny asked when they returned to watch Nancy shower.
“We just need to get her inside, then she can go to her bedroom and lock the door.” David answered.
“Yeah, shouldn’t be hard, one of us can even distract him.” Choi suggested.
Nancy didn’t take long to wash, cleaning only what she needed before the boys each used towels to dry her off, spending extra time trying her breast, ass, and pussy.
“Oh shit, my parents!” Johnny cried when his phone rang. Nervous, they held their breath as he answered it.
“Uh, hey, mom,” he whimpered, “you and dad on your way back?” Johnny went silent as faint mumbles were heard from the phone.
“Really?” his attitude perked up. “Yeah I’m home, everything is fine.” John gave a thumbs up, leaving everyone to sigh in relief.
Once off the phone, Johnny sat on the toilet as he calmed himself. “They’re both snowed in at work, so they can’t get back yet.”
When Nancy was dressed, they decided to leave before the storm made it impossible. Piling in the car, the El Camino pushed through the thick snow, forcing it’s way down the abandoned streets. Brandon only lived a few blocks away, but with the weather, it still took thirty minutes before they pulled into the driveway.
Knowing it would be some time before they could play together, Nancy gave each boy a quick kiss on the lips before they fought against the snow and wind, pushing their way inside the house.
“Hurry.” David whispered as they shook off the white powder.
Staggering down the hall, Nancy waved quickly to her son as she passed his room. Fumbling into her bedroom, she managed to close the door before Brandon could investigate.
“You guys finally made it, eh?” he laughed, pulling his headphones down around his neck as he stepped into the living room.
“Well we couldn’t fuck her all night, right?” Choi winked playfully.
Brandon smiled and walked into the kitchen as the group followed him. Shuffling into the chairs that sat around the kitchen’s table, Brandon poured himself a glass of tea before joining them.
“So how did her birthday party go, she enjoy it?” he asked.
“Oh yeah, she got a little drunk, but I think she liked it.” David answered.
Johnny adjusted himself before smiling, “She said she missed you though.”
“Yeah, it’s okay, I got her a present.” he nodded.
The group smiled and nodded with him before David tapped his palm against the table, “Oh, didn’t you have something to show us?”
Looking behind him, Brandon leaned in his chair and stared down the hallway. “Let’s wait until mom goes to bed, okay?”
As the group warmed up, Brandon helped fix everyone something to eat before they retired to his bedroom, piling onto his bed and grabbing one of the many video game controllers.
Nancy’s bedroom shower could be heard as the TV blasted gunfire and explosions. Between play sessions, the groups camaraderie continued like always, poking fun at each other between making jokes about Nancy.
“Turn that down, boys!” her voice shouted when another rocket exploded loudly on the screen.
“Yes Ma’am!” Brandon shouted back, leaning forward and lowering the volume.
As the sun began to set, the trio called their parents to let them know where they were staying, and with everything settled, the group’s young, perverse minds began hungering for sexual activity.
Nancy dropped the towel when she finished drying off, standing in front of the bedroom’s full length mirror. Turning sideways, she stared at her own curves, pressing her hips out and cupping her breasts sensually, smiling when she noticed the multiple teeth marks around her nipples.
Listening to the teenagers shout and laugh, she allowed herself a quick rub, spreading the lips of her pussy before circling her finger. Nearly sober, Nancy crossed the room and opened her panties drawer, noticing immediately that someone had been rummaging around in it. The obvious culprit was her son, causing her to pause and consider its meaning.
Does he fantasize about me? she wondered, Is that little loser actually attracted to his own mother? The ideas brought new feelings into her stomach, contorting her face into a disgusted grimace, before changing to a concerned worry.
That would explain why he doesn’t want to share me- The revelation came to her as she smiled joyously: –he wants to fuck me.
Outside her room, Brandon glanced toward her door, checking to see if it was still closed. Sneaking to his bed, he dropped to his stomach and began crawling underneath, much to the amused stares of his friends.
“Look, he wants anal, just like his mom.” David laughed as they stared at Brandon’s round ass, raised high into the air as he struggled to reach under the bed.
“Twenty bucks a ride.” he replied jokingly, opening a shoebox and reaching inside.
“Twenty? Are you crazy,” Johnny scoffed, raising his foot and placing it on Brandon’s butt, “your mom was free!” they shared a laugh as Brandon struggled to wiggle out.
“Well I can’t help she gives it up that easy, I have some standards.” he laughed. Free from the bed and now squatting beside it, Brandon held up a stained pair of white panties.
The boys all knelt down, inspecting the perverted trophy, smiling at each other as Brandon bragged about stealing it. Outside his room, Nancy’s door could be heard opening, and in a flash, the soiled underwear was quickly stuffed under his pillow.
When Nancy stepped into his room, she could feel each boy, including her own son, eye fucking her when they noticed what she was wearing. The long, oversized T-shirt slightly covered her thighs, creating the illusion that she was nude from the waist down.
In a motherly tone, she asked, “Would you boys like something to eat?”
“Yes ma’am.” they answered collectively, all thinking the same thing: You.
Nancy smirked as she removed a pack of bacon from the fridge, setting it on the counter-top before grabbing the mayonnaise, lettuce, bread and two large, red tomatoes.
Throwing a tiny pad of butter into the frying pan, Nancy placed a hand on her hip as she rolled it around the surface, spreading it out before laying strips of bacon down, the sizzling, popping sound pulling the teens away from their game and into the kitchen.
“Okay, guys, why don’t you help me out.” she said sweetly before glancing over her shoulder, winking at David when Brandon turned his back. “Slice up the tomatoes, tear off some lettuce, and put the bread in the toaster.” she ordered, watching the four teens push their way around.
The kitchen wasn’t big enough to accommodate five people, so each time someone pushed passed her, they secretly groped her, pinching her ass or sliding a hand up her thigh, making her shiver.
With Brandon busy making everyone’s toast, Choi and Johnny helped block his view in case he turned around, Giving David enough time to hug Nancy from behind, squeezing her breasts and giving her a quick french kiss.
After a few minutes the bacon was finished and Nancy assembled the BLTs together, setting them on plates before pouring drinks for everyone. Sitting opposite her son, Nancy was flanked on both sides by David and Choi, while Johnny sat grudgingly beside Brandon.
“So did you enjoy your birthday, mom?” he asked as everyone crunched into their sandwiches.
Taking a sip from her tea, Nancy smiled sweetly at him, “I did, baby, thank you for planning it.”
“Great, but I’ve got one more present for you.” Brandon said, pushing his chair away and standing up. “Be right back.”
Watching him leave the kitchen, David shuffled his chair closer to Nancy’s so she could reach his lap, giving his crotch a squeeze.
“I hope it’s condoms.” he said in a low voice, making everyone snicker.
Nancy grinned, “Why? We won’t use them.” she said, leaving the trio speechlessly jubilant.
As Brandon returned, he passed a small gift wrapped box across the table, smiling as the group gawked at it. Carefully unwrapping the present, Nancy pulled the cardboard top off to find an expensive, silver necklace with a unique water splash design, complete with an aquamarine gem in the center.
“Oh my god, Brandon!” she gushed, holding it up for everyone to see.
“Jesus, dude!” David remarked as John and Choi sat stunned, staring with open mouths at the expensive jewelry.
“Brandon,” Nancy’s eyes grew wide as she stared at her son, his smile still as big as ever.
Standing from her chair, she stepped around the table and hugged him tightly, closing her eyes as she pressed her face into his neck. “You shouldn’t have bought something so expensive.” she said, her words muffled against him.
“Well, I love you mom, and I wanted to get you something nice.” he blushed, knowing his friends were watching.
“I love you too, baby.” she said, giving him another quick hug before kissing him on the cheek.
Turning around, she handed the necklace to her him so he could wrap it around her neck, smiling as everyone silently stared. Once around her, she thanked him again and bit her lip, rubbing the blue gem between her fingers as she returned to her chair and stared lovingly at him.
“I’m glad you like it, mom.”
“Honey, I love it.” she said, pulling it away from her neck so she could admire it again.
“Here, let me throw that away.” Brandon smirked, grabbing the empty present box and stepping out of the kitchen.
When the back porch door opened and the trio knew he was out of earshot, they stared at Nancy, waiting to see how she would actually react.
A worried expression crossed Johnny’s face as he stared at her. “Did that little fag just win her over?” he whispered.
Nancy, seemingly lost in thought while staring at the pendant, snapped out of her daze when David placed his hand on her shoulder, giving her a confused and worried look.
“I don’t know if-” Nancy started to speak, causing the trio to lean closer, however the porch door slammed, and Brandon rejoined them, causing her to go silent.
“Shit.” Choi cursed quietly, sneering at Brandon behind his back.
“So guys, do you want to go play some more call of duty?” he asked when he noticing their empty plates.
With everyone but his mother staring angrily at him, Brandon chuckled before putting his hands up in confusion. “What?” he asked.
In the next moment, a deep boom could be heard in the distance, followed by everything in the house shutting off at once. The wind appeared to howl even louder with no power, and it was clear that the storm had caused a transformer to blow, knocking out electricity for the entire neighborhood. Suddenly their evening had become pitch black, blanketing everything but the snow covered windows in absolute darkness.
“Awe, shit,” Brandon cursed as everyone remained silent, “do we have any candles?”
“Yeah I think they’re in the hall closet.” Nancy replied, causing her chair to squeak as she stood from the table.
Bumbling around in the dark, he pushed his way out of the kitchen, feeling his way down the hall in search of anything that produced light.
With Brandon temporarily away, David took the opportunity to confront the slutty mother. “Nancy?” he whispered, being even quieter since nothing had power, leaving the house eerily silent. “You’re not having second thoughts are you?”
No one could see her face, or anything else for that matter, but as David’s hands groped blindly, eventually finding the soft, large melons, her hand quickly stopped him, pushing away before she left the room, remaining totally silent.
“Dude, what the fuck!” David whispered angrily, leaving Choi and Johnny to wonder what happened.
Slowly rising from their chairs, Dave explained what had happened, leaving them completely shocked. Bumbling toward the kitchens exit, they stopped once reaching the door frame, still nothing but darkness before them.
Then, from the end of the hallway came a sudden burst of light. Cracking and popping a small glow stick, the trio stared as their eyes adjusted to the green illumination.
“Brandon.” Nancy’s voice drew their attention, watching as she confronted her son.
The trio stared in utter disbelief as she embraced him, pulling Brandon into her chest before kissing him passionately. His eyes fluttered while reaching for her ass, lifting the long t-shirt and sinking his fingers into the blubbery backside.
“I love you, mom.” he moaned when their kiss broke.
Reaching below his waist and cupping him, Nancy pressed her lips to him again before breaking free and whispering: “Come to my bedroom after your friends fall asleep.”
“What the fuck!” David whispered angrily again as Choi and John raised their arms in frustration.
“Dude, this is not fucking happening right now.” Choi growled.
John placed his hands on top of his hand, spinning in place. “Maybe, maybe she’s-”
“Shh!” hushed David.
Standing their ground, Brandon and Nancy jumped with fright when they walked into the group, unaware of their presence until right beside them. Laughing, Brandon held up a small box full of glow sticks, instructing everyone to take a few.
In the darkness, barely lit by several colorful glow wands, the trio could see Nancy’s face, her eyes gazing deeply at her son while he cracked more glow sticks, placing them in different rooms for illumination.
“This blows.” Choi said loudly, catching everyone’s attention.
“It’s not too late, they might get the power fixed in a couple hours.” Brandon replied, ignorant of the death stares the trio were giving him.
“Plus we have a gas furnace, so at least we won’t freeze.” Nancy said, giving the boys a brief but cold smile.
Conversation remained minimum as the hours passed, with exception to her and Brandon. Now in the living room, sitting side by side on the couch and snuggled together under a blanket, they passed the time by playing twenty questions.
Upset and frustrated, David stood from the leather recliner to stretch. “Got room for one more under the blanket?” he laughed jokingly.
Studying Nancy’s face, the group’s young leader nearly stepped away when he caught the defensive, angry look on her face, visually telling him to keep back.
“Nah, kind of a two person blanket, man.” Brandon laughed softly, pulling it up to his neck as his mother leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
It was only thirty minutes before David noticed they had fallen asleep together. Snapping his fingers lightly, he caught Choi and Johnny’ attention before waving them into the kitchen with him.
“How can she do this to us?” Johnny asked.
“She said she hated him!” Choi growled quietly.
“Maybe we’re missing something?” Johnny suggested.
Standing in a tight circle, using a single glow-stick to see each others faces, David furrowed his brow.
“She was drunk.” he whispered coldly.
“What?” they responded.
Looking at both his friends, David’s sudden realization felt like a blow to the stomach.
“We had her drunk when everything happened.”
Choi’s eyes grew wide, leaving Johnny to shake his head in confusion.
“So what does that mean?” he asked.
“It means she didn’t really feel that way, she was just drunk,” Choi answered, punching the air in frustration. “Son of a bitch!” he grunted.
“But how can that be? She was flirting with us right before the power went out!” Johnny remarked.
Staying quiet for a moment, David broke the silence as he balled his fist, “I’m gonna kill that faggot for ruining this.” he scowled as the other two nodded in agreement.
Stepping back to the kitchen’s exit and looking into the living room, they froze when noticing movement on the couch. Quickly hiding the glow stick so they couldn’t be seen, they watched in faint light as Nancy’s left arm moved up and down over Brandon’s lap, causing the fluffy blanket to bounce with each stroke.
“He’s a dead man.” David said behind gritted teeth just before everything in the house flickered back to life, flooding everything with light.
Hiding their anger, the trio pretended to see nothing as Nancy withdrew her hand and Brandon adjusted himself. Calling for more video games before it got late, the group retired to his room where they sat and played, passing time until it was time for bed.
With everyone laying down, and all the lights turned out, the trio knew Brandon’s plan to visit his mother, but before enough time had passed, David announced his need to shit, giving him an excuse to leave.
Stepping from Brandon’s room and closing the door behind him, he quickly snuck down the hallway, finding Nancy’s door slightly ajar. Pushing his way inside, she jumped in fright when finally noticing him.
“You mind telling me what the fuck is going on,” he whispered, “I mean what the hell was all that?”
Sighing, Nancy appeared intimidating as she walked over, raising her hand and making him flinch before she quietly shut her door. Removing her expensive new necklace, she dropped to her knees before pulling her long t-shirt off.
Purring while lowering David’s pants, she asked: “You want to know what I was doing?”
He swallowed nervously, nodding as his cock hardened in her palm, “Y-yeah.”
Wrapping the small, silver chained necklace around his throbbing erection, she placed him between her breast before reaching for a bottle of lube that sat on her dresser. Dripping the clear liquid onto him, she pressed her chest together tightly, wrapping his cock between her pillowy tits.
“I want him to fall in love with me,” she confessed, moaning as David’s cock now fucked her chest, “I need him too.”
The sensation was new to the young teenager, sending his mind into a swirl while he attempted not to ejaculate.
“The more he loves me,” she moaned, leaning down to lick his cock head each time it popped up, “the harder I can stomp on his heart later.” she giggled, opening her mouth as David’s sperm shot upward, striking her eye before splattering against her tongue.
“Holy shit,” he moaned, “you’re pure evil, baby.” Pulling his spent cock from her chest, the precious jewelry Brandon had bought now dripped with David’s thick semen.
“Is that too much for you,” she asked, “do you wanna back out?”
Shaking his head, David smiled brightly, “Fuck no, I wouldn’t be upset if we killed him.”
Watching Nancy moan and work her pussy, he smiled and thought: Tomorrow will be amazing.
“Is everyone clear on the plan?”
Johnny, Mike and Nancy all nodded, grinning as they peeked through the window. Outside, Brandon was struggling to shovel last night’s snow off the driveway, nearly falling twice as his feet slipped on the icy pavement.
“You boys are so bad,” Nancy giggled, reaching between her legs and sissoring her thighs together, “I can’t believe we’re going to do it.”
David couldn’t help but smile, “Believe it, baby … that loser is going to get what he deserves.”
“Big time,” Choi added.
After the ice storm last night, power had been lost more than once, the result of several transformers blowing. It finally stayed off this morning, meaning no power for the entire town of Greywood. On top of how much snow was dumped, it meant that most people wouldn’t be going to work or school, and that emergency crews would likely be busy all day.
Calling their parents, John, Mike, and Dave all got the greenlight for staying over at Brandon’s. It was something everyone was happy about, although each for different reasons. Now, shorty after breakfast, the group had finished forming a plan on how best to hurt Brandon.
“So we’re all okay with this, right?” Mike asked, “Once we do it, there’s no going back.”
Nancy bit her lip, unable to keep her hand out of her panties. “I didn’t think we would do it so soon, but yeah … it needs to happen.”
“Fuck yeah,” Choi said with enthusiasm, “fag won’t know what hit him.”
Nancy giggled before adding, “Literally.”
Brandon huffed a large cloud of smoke as he tossed the snow shovel into the garage, pulling the car sized door down and shutting out the cold. Brushing the white powder from his jacket, he made his way back into the house, kicking off his shoes and unwrapping the scarf from his neck.
His mother was sitting alone by the window, covered in a blanket and reading a book while his friends made noise further back in his room. With no one to see, he couldn’t stop himself from approaching her, and leaning in for a secret kiss.
Their lips met, and Brandon felt electricity run up his spine. Pulling him closer, Nancy guided his hand under the blanket, and into her already unbuttoned pants. Compared to the cold outside, her pussy was an inferno, already moist and sticky with excitement. Slipping his fingers inside, she shuddered and giggled from his ice cold hands.
“Sorry,” he whispered, his lips still touching hers.
“Did you have fun last night?” she whispered back.
Memories of sneaking into her room returned, along with seeing Nancy nude for the first time. Her curves had him stunned, but the swollen, pink muff between her legs had him drooling. He could tell she was excited for him, for as red and dripping as she was, it had to mean that she was rough when playing with herself.
One of the first things he did, with no objection to her orders, was get on his knees so that she could ride his face. Rubbing the hot slime all over his lips and nose, Nancy spent several minutes grinding her son’s tongue, moaning as he happily lapped up everything inside her.
It was one of the hottest moments of his life, despite feeling slightly ashamed about engaging in incest while his friends slept. But Nancy had clearly enjoyed it, and to return the favor she began stroking him with her hand, rubbing his leaking erection onto the inside of her thigh as they kissed.
Quickly cumming and leaking down her leg, she promised they would have even more fun later. Unsure when later was, Brandon was quick to look for any moment they could be alone.
Pulling away from the kiss, Brandon adjusted his erection and smiled as Nancy went back to her book, winking at him and telling him to go play with his friends. Heading down the hallway, Brandon had an overwhelming urge to tell them, to brag about how hot his own mom was, and how she had actually let him eat her out.
Common sense dictated that he be quiet about it, because there was no telling if his friends would spread the news to people at school, and that could lead to serious problems. Clamming up was the best move, and as Brandon turned the corner and stepped into his room, he found Mike and Johnny at the far side, flipping him off and smiling before an incredible sharp pain struck the back of his head, and everything went black.
“Is that everything? He won’t be able to see anymore when he wakes up right?” asked David.
“Yeah I’m pretty sure, I did everything it said online. His eyes should be completely fucked now, no way he’ll be able to see when he wakes up,” Johnny answered.
“Oh wait,” Choi chuckled, “look … he pissed himself too.”
The group leaned closer, looming over his body.
“Where? I don’t see anything,” said Nancy, just before Choi’s cock released a spray of urine, splashing and soaking the unconscious body of her son.
The boys broke into laughter, watching Choi drench Brandon while Nancy scolded him.
“Mike!” she shouted, “You’re getting it all over the carpet!”
“Oops,” he giggled.
“She doesn’t even care that her son is being pissed on,” David whispered to Johnny, fist bumping as Nancy left to find towels.
“How long do you think until he wakes up?” Choi asked, shaking the final drops onto Brandon’s face.
“The thing online didn’t say. Thirty minutes? I don’t know.”
Johnny grinned, patting David on the shoulder, “Fuck him, let’s go bang his mom, we’ll know when he wakes up- he’ll probably start crying or something.”
The other two laughed and nodded, each giving Brandon a barefoot kick to the head before leaving, happy that he remained unresponsive.
Leaving a single towel to soak up Choi’s urine, Nancy began entertaining the three boys while the winter storm picked back up. Still with no power, lunch was simply sandwiches and chips, but the boys were less interested in food and more interested in Nancy.
Taking turns, she agreed to sit on each of their laps as they ate, denying penetration but allowing their cocks to slide between her legs, pushing through her thighs and grinding against her labia. With the house heated by gas, it remained nice and toasty inside, allowing for everyone to shed their clothes without being cold. And with Brandon’s sight now permanently ruined thanks to Choi, the four had no fear of being seen by him.
“Fuck this feels so good,” Choi moaned, pushing her legs together and making them squeeze his erection tighter.
“No,” Nancy scolded, “bad, quit it, no cumming yet.”
Standing from his lap, strings of slime dripped from her legs as the other boys laughed at Mike’s anguish, blue balled by Brandon’s mother.
“We need to start thinking up fun ways to treat my son,” she announced, glancing back toward the hallway where he still laid unconscious, “I want creative, nasty, and mean ideas. The happier you make me … and the worse you treat him, the more I’ll reward you.”
“After last night’s scare, we were worried you had a change of heart,” David admitted, standing from the table.
Nancy smirked, “Sorry about that, but I had to make him believe his stupid birthday present meant something to me.”
“It doesn’t? Asked Johnny.
“Fuck no, and now that he can’t see me wearing it, I have the perfect idea on how to throw it away.”
Brandon awoke to a blinding pain in his head. A dull, constant ache nagged at the back of his skull, but worse than that were his eyes, burning like they had been set on fire, and to make it worse, he couldn’t see.
Even with his eyes open the world around him was black, causing him to panic and begin to scream. It wasn’t long before footsteps came running, and his mother’s voice was by his side. She explained that after he came in from shoveling snow that he suddenly collapsed on the floor.
David assured him that they had called 911, but with the storm getting stronger again and so many calls already being made to the hospital they just couldn’t get through. Nancy tried to comfort him, but was shocked to learn that he couldn’t see.
Helping him to the bed, they each told him not to panic before bringing a frozen bag of peas for his head. Staying with him, they went over his pains, asking him how he felt every few minutes, but mainly if his sight had returned.
“I heard you can lose your sight sometimes with a concussion,” David said, his voice further away.
Choi cleared his throat. “Yeah, when you passed out you fell backwards and hit your head.”
“Really? I don’t even remember passing out.”
Everyone was silent a moment, but Nancy assured him that everything would be okay. If it was just a concussion then there should be nothing to worry about, and that his sight could come back at any time. Closing his eyes, Brandon laid his head back against the pillow and pulled the covers up to his neck.
“I’ll go fix you something to drink,” she said before her footsteps headed for the door.
Brandon felt nauseous and dizzy, only made worse by the fact that he couldn’t see. The burning had nearly stopped, but his head still ached. Lying quietly, he tried to remember what had happened when Mike began speaking.
“Is there anything we can do to help, man?”
“I don’t know,” was all he could answer.
“Should we try to cheer him up?” David wondered.
“Uh … I don’t know, guys, I think I just need-”
“Yeah!” Choi interrupted, “hey, dude, guess what?”
Brandon sighed wearily, “What?”
Mike Choi leaned closer, whispering softly, “While you were out cold, we all took turns with your mom.”
A smile crept over Brandon’s face, “You wish.”
Johnny stepped closer next, “Yeah, dude, we totally did … but she wouldn’t let us nut,” he chuckled.
“What a shame,” Brandon replied sarcastically.
“Yeah, it’s okay though,” David chimed in, continuing the idea, “since you can’t see us, now we can nail her in the open.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep. Totally, one hundred percent true … loser.”
It felt strange, but Brandon couldn’t stop himself from smiling at his friend’s jabs. Acting as if nothing had happened, they didn’t let him feel sorry for himself, instead playing the same old game of ‘I banged yer mum’.
“Oh, I think I hear her calling me right now,” David said, nudging Brandon playfully in the shoulder, “I better not keep her waiting.”
Nancy pulled David into a full force kiss as he entered the kitchen, shoving him into the refrigerator and causing small photos of her family to tumble to the floor. Still nude, they both began grinding against each other as they kissed, moaning and breathing heavily.
“Oh god,” she moaned, roughly pulling Dave’s face to her breast where his teeth clamped onto a nipple, “I can’t believe we actually blinded him.”
Reaching between her legs, his fingers easily slipped into the hot honey pot that was overflowing with nectar. Using his thumb to grind her clit, Nancy’s knees buckled as she came, falling into him and causing more memories to slip off the fridge, the photos of her late husband and baby Brandon being trampled under sweaty bare feet.
“Fuck that loser,” David moaned into her ear, placing her hand on his cock, “blinding him is only the start.”
His words made her tremble, and in one swift motion Nancy dropped to her knees. Reaching for a glass she had set out, she placed it below her pussy to catch the drool. Now sucking and slurping on David’s cock, she worked fervently to make him cum.
Twisting her hands, bobbing her head, and flicking her tongue, it didn’t take long before he reached his limit. Taking the glass from below, she held it under her chin as Dave emptied all of his nut into her mouth. Squeezing and tugging his balls, she milked as much from him as possible, before drooling and spitting everything into the glass.
“Oh you dirty bitch,” Dave chuckled, slightly breathless from his orgasm.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she smiled up at him, somewhat in a daze. “What? He needs his fluids.” With them both grinning, she slowly rose to her feet, still shaky. With Dave’s help, she filled the rest of the glass up with orange juice, before she and he both spit into it for good measure.
“Bottoms up, loser,” Dave said, smirking as Nancy moaned and they headed back to Brandon’s room.
Almost asleep, Brandon jumped when someone shook his shoulder.
“Sweetie? I got you some juice.”
Using his elbows to scoot back and sit up, Brandon felt a panic descend as he still couldn’t see. Fighting the urge to freak out, he took a few deep breaths before nodding and reaching out, unsure where the glass was. Once it was placed in his hand, the room became oddly quiet as he began drinking.
“Does it taste okay, honey?”
“It seems a little off.”
“Oh, shoot … do you think it’s because the refrigerator is off? How quick does orange juice spoil?”
David cleared his throat, “It shouldn’t spoil that fast, maybe it’s just a little out of date.”
Brandon coughed and nearly gagged as he emptied the glass, shivering in disgust as he felt a slimy, snot like glob roll down his throat.
“Ugh, yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s gone bad.”
“Jeez, I’m so sorry, honey.” Nancy stepped closer, putting her hand on his, “Is there anything else I can get you? Chocolate milk? Something to eat?”
“No I think I’m okay, I just need some sleep I think … I feel tired.”
“Okay, sweetie. Come on, guys, let’s give Brandon some time to rest.”
Brandon nodded and rolled over onto his side, feeling his stomach churn against whatever he just drank.
“Feel better soon, dude,” said Choi.
“Yeah, man, we’ll be here when you wake up,” Johnny assured him.
As the footsteps left his room, one pair returned. Putting a hand on his shoulder, Nancy’s voice came to his ear, whispering quietly. “If you’re feeling better later, I’d really like to help you relax sweetie.”
Brandon smiled as she kissed him on the cheek, leaving a sloppy wet spot.
The snow continued falling as the day continued. With the sun starting to set, the group had left Brandon alone and sleeping while they started their festivities. Trying to keep the volume low enough that he couldn’t hear, the four of them began a gangbang of sorts, all clustered around Nancy and each attempting to win her attention.
“Hey, did anyone else see how he didn’t notice the piss on him?” Choi asked, stroking his cock to keep it hard while Nancy was busy blowing Johnny.
“Let me hit you in the back of the head with a bat and we’ll see how much you notice,” Dave laughed, causing Nancy to moan.
“So … mmm- what comes next?” asked Johnny, softly holding Nancy’s head as she worked him.
Dave’s face lit up as he remembered. “Oh yeah, didn’t you say you wanted to throw away that stupid present he got you?”
Nancy pulled away from John’s cock with a pop, slurping her lips as she sucked in air. Reaching for her neck, she fingered the pendant and grinned. “I sure do, but you boys need to help me with it.”
The trio had no objections, and after helping her to her feet, they became stunned when she popped the chain off her neck, breaking the small link that held it together. “So,” she began, swaying her hips as she walked down the hallway, passing Brandon’s room and stopping at her own, “do any of you boys need to potty?”
The trio looked at each other, unsure how to react to the question. Yet surprisingly, all three raised their hands.
“Perfect,” she purred, using a single finger to beckon them. Further into her bedroom, she guided them to her private bathroom, leaving the boys anxious about whatever she had planned.
“Do any of you know what a blumpkin is?”
“Uhh, a bloated pumpkin?” Johnny questioned.
“No,” she giggled back.
When all three shook their heads Nancy smiled, and pulled them over to the toilet. It was becoming clearer what she had in mind, yet none of them could believe it. As she pulled David over, she pushed him back until he sat down, spreading his legs while Nancy dropped to her knees between them.
With her adjusting how Dave sat, Choi, who almost never let go of his phone, began searching the internet for whatever a ‘blumpkin’ was. In mere moments he gave a shocked gasp, causing them all to look in his direction. Nancy in particular could only smile.
“No way,” Choi said, astounded.
Nancy only nodded, raising her hand and dangling the pendant for them all to see.
“What does it mean, dude?” Johnny asked, still confused.
“Um,” he hesitated, wondering if Nancy would rather explain it.
“A blumpkin,” she paused, now with the pendant laying in the center of her cupped hand, “is when you get a blowjob … while pooping at the same time.”
Dave and Johnny’s eyes went wide, especially when Nancy took her cupped hand and reached through the gap between Dave’s legs. He could feel her hand make contact below his ass, along with the sharp cold of the metal pendant she held.
Looking up at him, she lowered her mouth to his cock before winking. “Go ahead, baby, show me what you think of Brandon’s expensive gift.”
“Oh shit,” dave gasped, unsure if he was as shocked as he was aroused.
“That’s the idea, hon’.” she giggled, patting the underside of his anus with her cupped hand.
Using her free hand, Nancy began tugging at his cock, licking the tip before sinking lower and pushing her mouth down his length. The other two guys could only watch and wait for their turn, now aware that she wanted all three of them to do the same thing.
“Fuck it,” Dave moaned, unable to deny how good her mouth felt, or that the idea of shitting on something Brandon worked hard for was a turn on. Closing his eyes, he stopped resisting the urge and gave into Nancy’s desire, pushing everything out and into her cupped hand, covering and ruining the pendant.
Nancy moaned as it happened, but her lips never left his cock. Working faster and sucking harder to reward him, Dave found a strange mix of pleasure as the two acts occurred. Already nearing his limit, Nancy allowed him to cum while he pushed out the rest, firing his load onto her tongue as her fingers closed around his defecation, squeezing the pendant into the filth.
A moment went by, and although Dave wasn’t eager to see the mess he had made of her hand and wrist, Johnny and Choi had become enamored by the act, excited and eager to take their turn.
“Good boy,” Nancy cooed after swallowing his cum, leaving her hand in the bowl as Dave awkwardly stood and stepped away. “Don’t wipe with that,” she quickly said, stopping his grab at the toilet paper as Choi took his place on the toilet, “Johnny, go to the laundry room, bring back Brandon’s favorite shirt- you know the one.”
“Fuck yeah I do,” Johnny replied, smiling as he dashed away.
“Okay, it’s your turn, big boy,” Nancy whispered, licking her lips at him, “don’t hold anything in. And after you’re done, and Johnny gets his turn, we can all say goodbye to this shitty pendant … when we flush it together.”
Dave grinned, “I think I love you, Nancy.”
Nancy giggled and winked back at him.
“But seriously, I’m going to pour bleach all over that hand before it touches me again.”
Brandon had no idea what time it was when he woke up. With everything still pitch black, terror seized him before he could think. Turning his head left and right, hoping to see anything, it all remained the same dark void.
When no one responded he began to panic. Sitting up and reaching for the nightstand by his bed, he fumbled through darkness, knocking several things off before finding the lamp and switching it on. To his amazement, he could a see a shift in brightness. It wasn’t much, the black void had become dark grey.
This time he could hear someone approaching his room, and when the door opened, more light from outside turned the dark grey one shade brighter. Although still blind, and unable to see anything at all, at least there was a slight difference in shades of brightness.
“Honey? What’s wrong?” Nancy said, her voice coming closer to him.
“Mom- I, well … I can, uhm … wh-what time is it?”
Nancy hummed a moment before answering, “Uhm, It’s late, baby doll, after dark.”
Brandon smiled, “Mom I can see a little!”
Nancy gasped, “Y-You can!?”
“Well … not really, but, I mean, I can tell when I turned that lamp on, and it get a little brighter when you opened the door!”
Nancy sighed, “Oh jeez, Brandon, you nearly gave me a heartattack.”
Brandon laughed before spinning and sitting at the edge of his bed. “Are the guys awake?”
“N-No, hon, they’re asleep in the living room. Power came back on a few hours ago, and the storm looks like it might be leaving us.”
“Oh okay … Uhm, can you help me to the bathroom, I gotta pee.”
Taking his hand, Nancy lead her son across the hallway and into the bathroom. The tile was cold on his feet, but it felt familiar, and that was comforting. Knowing he couldn’t stand to pee, she helped spin him around so that he could sit down.
“I’m so glad your eyes are getting better,” she said, helping his pants off once he sat down.
Jumping from her touch, Brandon wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed or turned on. It wasn’t necessary, but instead of letting him do it himself, Nancy had softly held his dick, tucking it between his legs and aiming it into the toilet.
“Mom,” he snickered, grinning as she giggled back.
“What? I just wanted to help my … ohh, big boy.”
After finishing and getting back to his room, Nancy left for the kitchen before bringing him back a snack. Sitting and giving him company, she talked about taking him to the doctors in the morning if the roads were clear. The idea of fooling around came up, but the most Nancy allowed was a few kisses, explaining that it was close to 3am and she was sleepy.
“We’ll have more time when your friends go home,” she said squeezing him through his pajamas.
“Okay, mom. I uhm, I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetie,” she replied, kissing him on the forehead as he laid back in bed.
Hopeful that even more of his sight would return in the morning, Brandon closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep. However, through the walls of the house, it was harder to drift off when he could hear a TV on. He knew Nancy liked to sleep with a little noise, but the laughter and cursing seemed louder than usual.
“Oh my god that was terrific,” Nancy gushed, moving from one teenager to another as she reward them each with a kiss.
“I still can’t believe he didn’t hear us fingering you,” Johnny chuckled.
“I know!” laughed Choi, “We were practically fisting her.”
Softly closing the door to her bedroom, Dave returned with a smile. “You held it together though, I thought you were going to scream in his face when I put my thumb in your butt.”
“I almost did,” she giggled, climbing into bed as the teens followed her.
“What about when she said she loved him while flipping him off?” Asked Choi.
“Genius,” Dave answered, “we all have to do that now.”
Smiling, the middle aged mother laid back and spread her legs, allowing the teens to mount her one at a time. For the next hour their sex continued, until in the early hours of the morning they all fell asleep together.
The dawn brought warmth and blue skies, clearing away the storm as road workers removed snow and poured salt. Sore and happily tired from yesterday’s escapades, Nancy and the boys had showered before working on breakfast.
The four were whispering to each other in the kitchen when Brandon finally shouted that he was awake. Rolling her eyes, she flicked her hand at the boys and ordered that one of them go help her ‘stupid’ son.
“One two three- not it!” said David hastily.
“Not it!” Choi followed.
“Not- Awe, damn it,” Johnny said last, before reluctantly shuffling from his seat.
Walking down the hall, John entered Brandon’s room to find him already sitting on the edge of the bed. “Mornin’, man. How’re you feeling?”
“Better I think,” Brandon answered, “I can tell that it’s daytime now. It’s a lot brighter in here.”
“That’s great, dude!”
Helping him up, they both walked into the kitchen while Johnny copied Nancy, raising his middle finger and holding it inches away from Brandon’s unknowing face. Getting him into a chair, Johnny silently mouthed the words, ‘fuck you’ before giving him the finger one last time, causing everyone to laugh.
“Morning, everyone, what’s so funny?” Brandon chuckled along.
“Oh nothing, sweetie,” Nancy said, rolling the sausage in the frying pan before rewarding Johnny with a quiet kiss, “John is just acting goofy this morning.”
Making small talk and waiting on breakfast, it was clear that Brandon was having trouble with his balance, even while sitting. Meanwhile, the group could hardly keep their hands off Nancy while she cooked, leaving their chairs every few minutes to ‘help her’ with something.
Brandon was none the wiser, simply enjoying the company of his friends, even as they felt up and groped his mother mere feet away. Finally, once everything had been cooked, Nancy waved the boys over and mimed what she wanted them to do.
Separating her son’s scrambled eggs from theirs, she moved the bowl further away before having each teen masturbate over it. Dropping to her knees, she left the other two boys with the job of distracting her son, talking to him so he wouldn’t notice the funny noises on the other side of the kitchen.
One at a time, she began rimming them, speeding up their orgasms before holding the bowl and catching every drop of their semen. After having her tongue deep inside their asses, she made sure to keep Brandon’s spoon in her mouth as she fixed everyone’s plate. When finally serving her son last, she pulled the spoon from her mouth, spitting into his bowl of eggs before using the spoon to stir everything together.
“Eat up, sweetie,” she purred, planting a wet kiss on his cheek.
Chomping into their food, everyone watched gleefully as Brandon ate his breakfast, finishing everything on his plate, including the extra creamy bowl of eggs. After they all finished, Nancy took away the plates and explained their plans for the day.
“I called Dr. Heartman before you woke up, Brandon,” she started, “and he’s booked up until tomorrow.
Brandon sniffed and wiped his mouth, “I guess that’s okay, my head doesn’t hurt anymore, but I still can’t see.”
“If it’s really a concussion, it might take a week to heal. You know a concussion is a bruise on the brain, and since you landed on the back of your head, that’s where your brain processes sight,” Choi explained.
“Who made you so damn smart,” Johnny laughed.
“Uh, the internet? I looked it up,” he answered.
“Well since the roads have cleared up some, I need to run to the store and get some things. Would you boys mind keeping Brandon company until I get back?” Nancy asked, jingling her car keys within earshot.
“No problem, Ma’am,” Dave said smoothy, making everyone else snicker.
“Tsh, shut up,” he barked.
“Okay then, I’ll be back in just a bit, boys.”
Giggling, she gave Brandon a pat on the shoulder before her footsteps left the kitchen, going completely silent as her feet reached carpet. Waiting a moment, Brandon listened to the front door open and close before all his friends gave a collective sigh.
Peaking around the corner, Nancy smirked as she leaned into the kitchen, seeing that her son believed she was actually gone.
“Jeez,” Choi said loudly, “your mom sure knows how to toss a salad, man!”
“Really?” Brandon scoffed, “she’s gone for five seconds and you already start making jokes?”
“Am I not suppose to?”
“Well what if she heard you or something.”
The chairs around the table creaked as they were pushed back. “Uh, she would probably … uhh, start giving me a blowjob?” Choi asked in a hopeful tone.
Silence passed before he spoke again, “Oh … uh, well she’s saying no, so I guess not.”
Brandon chuckled, “Just shut up and help me to the living room.”
Lead to the couch, Brandon relaxed as his friends moved in around him. The birds outside were chirping, cars drove by, and the wind had slightly picked up, causing a whistling by the windows. These were the main things he noticed until one of his friends grunted and shook the floor.
“Ugh! Fuck, sorry about that, I lost my footing,” said Dave before a loud slap rang out. “Ow! Shit, I also … uh, slapped myself, for some stupid reason.”
“You’re weird,” Brandon chuckled.
As Choi and Johnny began talking about what games they were most looking forward too, they tried to reassure their friend that his sight would come back in time to play some of the latest video games. Brandon thanked them for the encouragement, but couldn’t help hearing a soft slapping coming from across the coffee table.
“Fuck, I hate going slow,” Dave grumbled, “I want it fast!” Two fleshly slaps later and the coffee table was shoved forward, ramming into Brandon’s shins.
“Ow, dude! What the fuck!” he shouted.
“Oh shit,” Dave said in surprise. “My bad, man,” he chuckled.
“What the hell are you doing?” Brandon asked, rubbing his now bruised shins.
Johnny cleared his throat as he stepped over, pushing the coffee table back into place. “Dave is trying to bang your mom on the coffee table, that’s all.”
Brandon rolled his eyes, but after a second of listening there was clearly a slow, rhythmic slapping not far from him. He, along with everyone else was quiet a moment while the noises became louder.
“I’m bangin’ her too, dude,” Choi said to his far left, followed by producing similar slapping sounds.
“Oh, and me too,” Johnny laughed, sitting back in a recliner that was to Brandon’s right, he too started making fleshy slaps that sounded the same.
It finally dawned on him what they were doing, so he smiled and joined in on the fun. With his pajama bottoms being loose and baggy, Brandon was able to pull them up high, exposing his thighs so that he could start slapping them with both hands, a neat gag he and his friends would sometimes use. The fleshy slaps could sound almost identical to those in a porno, minus the woman moaning.
“Dang it, he remembered,” Choi chuckled, stopping his slapping.
“Oh well,” said Johnny, doing the same.
“Ugh, fuck that, I’m not stopping till I bust my nut,” Dave moaned, the slaps getting faster and louder.
“Whatever floats your boat, man, I’m just going to laugh when mom walks in on you slapping your legs like an idiot,” Brandon grinned, pulling his feet up and stretching out on the couch.
Dave’s grunts continued, until finally he took a deep breath and seemed to relax. “Oh man … damn, hey you’re still filming right?”
Choi’s chair squeaked as he adjusted how he sat, “Yup, good stuff dude.”
“Hey,” said Johnny, “you know what we should do? We should e-mail all of this to Brandon!”
“Hell yeah, that’s a great idea!” Dave laughed, still slightly out of breath. “Choi, bring the camera over and get a close up, I’ll go ahead and blow my load so you can film it.”
Brandon could feel Choi’s weight as he stood and marched across the room, even though his steps were muffled, the boards underneath still creaked. Dave then began hamming it up, grunting, moaning, and increasing the slaps.
Hoping they couldn’t see, Brandon tried to hide the erection that was starting to tent his pajamas. Going without maturbating the last few days had left him horny, not only that, but having no sight had caused his imagination to become even more vivid.
It even seemed like the guys were purposely trying to get him hard, remarking how fast his mom’s tits were swinging, at how loose her pussy was because of them all fucking her, and how good it felt when she put her tongue inside their assholes. The last remark had really stiffened Brandon’s dick.
“Shut up, guys, you’re gonna have me jerking off over here,” he laughed.
Dave grunted again, “Sick little perv, getting horny over us bangin’ your mom, what would Nancy think?”
Brandon raised a knee, trying to hide his erection as he squeezed it.
“Let’s ask her,” Choi laughed, “hey, Nancy, what do you think about your son enjoying this?”
As expected, only silence answered the question, but soon after David couldn’t help but pretend to cum, yelling and stomping the floor as the slapping stopped and his friends cheered him on. Brandon couldn’t help but feel cheated. Suddenly he would kill to watch a porno, or at the very least, be left alone to masturbate.
“Nice, I got it all on camera. I’ll e-mail it to Brandon so he can watch it later,” Choi said casually.
“Thanks, man, looking forward to it … if my eyes ever get better.”
There was a solemn pause, as if everyone had forgotten about his vision. Then, sensing that he might have killed their mood, Brandon cleared his throat and tried to lighten the situation. “Of course … if I don’t get my sight back, you guys would be able to keep bangin’ my mom I guess.”
The mood eased, and everyone laughed.
“In that case, stay blind, loser,” Choi laughed.
“Yo, Bran, I got a question,” David said, sighing as he moved across the room, “how much do you remember before you passed out?”
Brandon hadn’t even thought about it, but trying his hardest, he remembered kissing his mom, something he would never tell them, and then waking up on the floor. The kiss was the last memory, and the gap that followed was simply missing.
“Uhm, I was shoveling snow,” he began, “and I got a little worked up, and came inside, and uh … then I woke up on the floor I guess.”
“Damn,” Choi said quietly.
In the silence, a car door outside the house could be heard slamming, making Brandon jump.
“Shit, Nancy is back,” Dave said, “oh well, time to stop talking dirty.”
“Well … “ Brandon felt his heart flutter and his cock twitch as he drew courage to speak his mind, “ … who knows, maybe mom would be okay with it?”
The following day brought excitement. Being helped into the car, Brandon and his mother were off to see the optometrist in hopes of learning how permanent his eye damage was. Of course his friends stuck around to see him off, making crude jokes and throwing a few soft insults his way, even with his mother nearby.
“Don’t forget you know what,” Choi said, reminding Brandon of something they talked about yesterday.
Buckling his seatbelt, he nodded and waved his hand, still unable to see anything except different shades of light. With Nancy cranking the car, she stayed quiet as they pulled out of the driveway and headed off down the road, leaving his friends behind.
The events of yesterday had started a new movement around Brandon’s home. After the pretend sex session his friends made up about his mother, they now wanted that freedom, even if she was nearby. With the optometrist nearly thirty minutes away, now seemed like the perfect time to bring up the subject.
“So uh … mom?”
Brandon could already feel the butterflies in his stomach. What he was about to propose was crazy, but what else did he have to look forward to? “The guys and I were talking yesterday, uh, when you went to the store?”
“Mm-hm,” Nancy answered, focused on driving.
“Well, we were making a lot of dirty jokes … and uh, being really crude and stuff.”
“Rude and crude huh?” she gave a soft laugh, “so what?”
Already Brandon felt better about asking. His mother had always been soft on punishment, and generally allowed him to get away with most things. Now that they had a more intimate connection, he hoped it would aid in his request. “The guys and I were wondering, uhm, if you would be cool with us talking like that around you.”
Nancy was quiet a moment, leaving Brandon to stare into the dark grey fog that was his vision. When she finally replied, the tone in her voice was sultry. “Dirty talk huh?”
Jumping when her hand squeezed his thigh, Brandon’s cock hardened immediately, and he grinned. “Y-Yeah, well … we insult each other, we make lewd jokes about each other’s moms … y-you know, guy talk.”
Nancy found the bulge in his pants and squeezed it. “So you’re asking if you and your friends can say dirty stuff around me?”
“I-Is that okay?” he whimpered, his head already swimming from her continued groping.
“Can I join in on it?” she whispered, giving him a few strokes before letting go.
“O-Of course … I just don’t want us to get in trouble for talking like we always do.”
Nancy giggled, “I understand, sweetie … I’ll give you a pass on this one. You and your friends can have your dirty, juvenile talks without me yelling at you for it.”
“Awesome, thanks, mom.”
“Just as long as they don’t get too crazy,” she added, “at least not in public … if they’re staying with us at the house, I guess it’ll be okay.”
The drive continued, giving the two enough time to catch up on how they were doing. Brandon sat and listened as his mother confessed her feelings, admitting that she was both excited by, and ashamed of the incest they had started, telling him that she wanted to do more, but was still working up to it.
Brandon admitted that it was all he could think about, but understood how she felt. He promised to give her time, and to not pressure her for anything, which she was thankful for.
“I gotta ask,” he said as they neared the optometrist, “have you been getting excited with my friends around? I kinda feel like you enjoy having them at the house.”
“Well, sneaking around with you is a lot more fun if they’re nearby,” she admitted.
“I knew it,” Brandon grinned, “we should have them move in with us then … keep you excited all the time.” This time he reached and squeezed her, getting a playful squeal in return.
“Maybe we should,” she answered. “By the way … you said you and your friends joke about each others moms.”
Brandon felt his heart flutter, and he swallowed nervously.
“Do they say anything about me?”
“Well … y-yeah.”
“Oh? Like what?”
Brandon could tell from the tone in her voice that she was teasing him, but he couldn’t find the confidence to repeat some of the vile things his friends had said. “Y-You know … jokes about uh, having sex with you?.”
Humming, she replied, “Oh really? And you’re fine with them saying those things?”
“Y-Yeah … but we’re just joking around though.”
Nancy’s hand returned to Brandon’s cock. “I wonder,” she teased, “is it really just joking around, or does it turn you on to hear them talk about me?”
Her suggestion left him stuttering, and she stroked him faster, laughing at the excuses he tried to make. Somehow she had seen right through him, but surprisingly didn’t mind the idea. “I guess I’ll just have to play along when your friends start flirting with me, huh?”
“Y-You don’t need to,” Brandon tried to explain, knowing that his friend’s didn’t need more encouragement.
“Oh don’t worry, sweetie,” she said comfortingly, “if your friends and I fool around, we’ll do it nearby so you can listen to us.”
“Mom!” he protested against the idea, continuing to stroke his cock when she withdrew her hand.
Giggling, she gave him a pat to the stomach. “Relax, honey I’m just teasing. Now stop playing with yourself, we’ll be there soon, and I’d rather not parade my son around with a fat trouser snake on display.”
Once at the Optometrist’s office, Nancy and Brandon both found a place to sit as they waited on his name to be called. Like most doctor appointments, it was another thirty minutes of waiting before being called back.
Lead by the arm as they walked, Brandon took a seat in the smaller private room. Getting comfortable, the nurse mentioned that it would be a few minutes before Dr. Heartman could step in, and so Nancy left to find the bathroom, leaving Brandon alone in the small room.
Now was one of the times he really wanted his vision back, craving to text his friends, and tell them that his mother was down with their raunchy talk. They would know soon enough though, and for now all he could do was wait.
Sitting alone in the quiet room, he tried to listen outside the door. Footsteps, people talking, one of them sounding like his mother. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it seemed far longer than normal, and just when he was about to stand and go looking for his mother, the door opened, and she returned with Dr. Heartman.
“Howdy, young man,” the foreboding voice said as his footsteps shook the floor. Even without sight, Brandon could tell that the eye doctor was a big man, and judging by his oddly labored breathing, he figured he must be really fat.
“Hi,” was all Brandon meekly replied.
“Your mother tells me you had an accident, and now you can’t see?”
Huffing, the large man moved around the room, getting closer before gently holding Brandon’s face, and shining a light into each pupil. The total examination lasted nearly twenty minutes, moving him from one machine to another and checking his eyes in various ways. By the end Brandon was tired of hearing the man grunt and groan inside the small room.
“Well, Brandon … I have good news, and bad news.”
“Okay,” he replied, listening to a chair strain under the doctor’s weight as he sat down.
“It seems you’ve suffered some serious eye damage.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
“Brandon,” Nancy scolded, her voice behind the doctor.
“It’s alright,” he breathed, “It’s understandable to be upset. Now, Brandon, I know it’s not the news you wanted, but from what I can tell, your vision may yet get better, but I don’t expect it to come back fully.”
“How much better?”
“Well, you said your current vision is just light and dark right?”
“And you can’t see your mother and I?”
The doctor groaned again, his chair creaking as he stood up. Listening to the footsteps, Brandon could tell they were both standing in front of him, only a few feet away.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” Dr. Heartman asked, his hand coming close enough Brandon’s face to change the shades of light and dark.
Even squinting, Brandon couldn’t make it out, and his heart sank. “I can’t tell.”
“What about me, sweetie? Can you see what I’m holding?”
Brandon shook his head without even trying, already feeling depressed over the news that his eyes might never recover.
“Well, son,” the doctor hummed, “I said I had good news, and … mm, it’s that you have a very caring mother … and friends too she tells me. They’ll support you through this, but the best your eyes might recover, would be seeing blobs or shapes … that’s the best I would expect.”
“Yeah,” Brandon sulked, hanging his head down.
“Fuck,” the doctor whispered before roughly grabbing Brandon’s shoulder, squeezing it hard enough to actually hurt.
“Ow! What are you-”
“Ugh, I’m sorry, Brandon,” Dr. Heartman grunted, his hand still tightly gripping his shoulder, “I just … god, I hate seeing you like this. I wish I could …do more to help you.”
The doctor’s foul breath was enough to make Brandon turn his head, just as a warm droplet hit his cheek. Surprised, Brandon now felt guilty for making his doctor cry. “H-Hey, it’s okay … just, uhm, let it all out,” he said awkwardly, unsure how to handle a grown man crying.
“I just did,” Dr Heartman grunted again, almost painfully, “sorry, I didn’t mean to get it everywhere.”
Brandon could hear Nancy playfully smack the doctor, before saying, “Pull yourself together, it’s not right for a grown man to lose control like that.”
Confused, Brandon didn’t want his doctor to feel bad about being emotional, so once more he backed him up, telling his mother that it was okay. The two managed to laugh it off, and soon the doctor was sounding much more like himself.
“Well, with luck, Brandon, your eyesight will get better. I’m going to give you some eye drops to take home, and I want you to promise me you’ll use them.”
“I promise,” Brandon answered, putting on a brave face for his doctor.
“Thank you, Nancy,” Dr Heartman chuckled, “please let me know if you have that barbeque, I’d love to join you.”
“I sure will, doctor,” she said happily, taking Brandon by the arm and leading him out of the room.
After paying the bill and walking back to the car, Brandon confessed his confusion of what had happened, and asked what they meant by having a barbeque.
“Oh, I ran into him after I went to the bathroom, we made some small talk, and thought having a cookout might be fun. Don’t you?”
“Oh, uhm, sure that sounds fun.” Still trying not to think about his sightless future, Brandon focused on the things to come, mainly his friends, and how they were going to react to Nancy’s lack of punishment.
“Welcome home!” Johnny, Choi and Dave all shouted, standing in the living room as Brandon was lead into the house by Nancy.
“Did you clean up the house like I told you?” she asked first, closing the door behind her as they lead Brandon to the couch.
“We sure did,” Johnny answered.
Surprisingly, the boys had cleaned the house, although a faint smell of sperm still lingered. Leaving them in her home seemed strange, but after so much had happened, and after getting permission from their parents, the teens now practically lived with them. High-school was almost finished, and with Brandon needing help, no one argued against his friends staying over.
“Well, guys,” Brandon spoke up, looking somewhat depressed, “good news and bad news.”
“Oh shit,” Choi mumbled, finally noticing what looked like huge cum stains across Brandon’s shirt, “Uh, what the bad news?”
With everyone standing closer together, Nancy took off her jacket and tossed it to a chair, letting her son deliver the verdict as his friends secretly began flipping him off.
“The bad news is that I’m not sure if my eyes will ever get better,” he said solemnly.
“Damn, dude,” said Johnny with a big smile, “that sucks.”
“What’s the good news then?” Dave asked, his attention focused on Nancy as she removed more clothing.
“Well remember what we talked about yesterday?”
Everyone including Brandon smiled, and Nancy spoke up. “Yes,” she laughed, “Brandon told me about your weird need to be vulgar around me. I’ll let it slide for now, seeing how it makes him happy … just don’t make me regret it okay?”
“We wont,” Dave said, quietly unzipping his pants.
For a moment there was an awkward silence, as if no one knew what to say next. Then, just to test the waters, Johnny spoke up. “Hey, blind boy … I jerked off all over your pillow while you were gone.”
“Dude,” Brandon gaped, face palming at how quickly Johnny had committed to talking filthy.
If they expected Nancy to scold him, she remained silent, letting everyone know she was serious about letting them have their talks. When Brandon turned his face in her direction, she finally gave a comment. “Did you flip his pillow over after you finished?”
“Hell no,” Johnny laughed, “I want him to sleep in it.”
Brandon’s sightless eyes grew wide in shock, and a tiny grin formed at the corner of his mouth.
“Well, nothing I can do about it,” Nancy said with a soft laugh.
“This is awesome,” Johnny said excitedly, “you’re the coolest mom in town, Nancy.”
“I know, honey, just don’t tell your parents okay? I really shouldn’t be giving you boys this kind of freedom.”
“We won’t tell anyone,” Brandon answered, “thanks, mom.”
“Hey, Nancy,” David suddenly said, “now that we don’t have to hide it, why don’t you kiss me in front of the blind kid?”
Nancy’s smile was huge, and she reached for Dave’s exposed cock before close enough to kiss him. “Brandon,” she called out, admiring how visibly nervous he looked, “is this the kind of stuff you were worried about?”
Stuttering over his words, he tried to explain that his friends sometimes went too far, but in the middle of his speech he stopped, listening to the unrestrained moans and sloppy kissing sounds Dave was making. “M-Mom?” he whimpered, causing it to stop.
“Oh don’t ham it up,” Nancy laughed, looking over at her helpless son, “I only kissed him on the cheek, he’s being an idiot and making out with his forearm.”
“Aww,” Dave whined, “you ruined it. You’re suppose to go with the joke.”
Brandon visibly relaxed, and the group smiled, happy that he bought the lie.
“Fine,” said Nancy, trying to sound annoyed, “I’ll just play along next time.”
Since returning home from the eye doctor, two weeks had passed. Brandon’s friends had finished with school, leaving them completely free to visit him. The weather around Greywood also started to ease, bringing in some much needed warmth.
With Brandon’s eyesight no better, he slowly started acclimating to a life without vision. No longer needing assistance around the house, he had mapped everything out in his head, and apart from his mother or friends accidently moving something, he knew exactly where everything was.
As the days passed, him and his friends also enjoyed the freedom of openly bashing each other. His mother had promised not to scold or punish them for it, and so far it held true. The more days that passed the more bold his friends became, until eventually they had no fear of getting in trouble.
Brandon and Nancy continued to flirt whenever his friends weren’t near, but to his dismay they still hadn’t done anything beyond touching each other. Luckily, for what physical attention he lacked, his friends made up for it with their dirty talk, always focused on his mother even when she was nearby. Their crude and uncouth jokes about her always left him feeling strange, somewhere between jealousy, fear, and arousal.
“Did you take your eye drops this morning?” Nancy asked as he entered the kitchen.
With his fingertips touching the walls and door frame, Brandon navigated the room almost effortlessly, making it to the refrigerator before finding the milk and setting it out. “I did,” he answered, “that stuff stinks and burns though.”
“Well it’s suppose to help you.”
“It hasn’t, if anything it’s made it worse … like putting piss in my eyes or something.”
Nancy didn’t reply, instead humming thoughtfully as she cooked breakfast. Walking through the kitchen, Brandon felt his way over the countertops before finding the cabinet with cups, and successfully pouring himself some milk.
“You’ve gotten good at that,” Nancy said, her voice sounding clearer, meaning she was looking in his direction.
“Thanks, I need to be more self reliant if my sight isn’t coming back. Fucking sucks, but what can I do?”
“Language,” Nancy scolded, before quickly being corrected.
“Sorry, old habit I guess, you pervert.”
“Speaking of perverts, should I go wake them up?”
“Sure, I’m almost finished cooking,” she answered, her voice now bouncing off the walls, meaning she had turned away from him.
Sipping his milk, Brandon left the cup on the countertop before walking to the doorway and stopping. “I love having my friends stay with us,” he admitted, looking back so his voice would be directed at her, “but I feel kind of bad letting them stay in dad’s old room.”
Nancy hummed a moment before giving her thoughts. “What else can we do? They want to stay here and help you … isn’t right to make them sleep on your floor. Of course, if you want-” Nancy’s voice lowered to a sexy whisper, “they can all sleep in my bed.”
Brandon smirked, feeling his cock twitch at the idea. “Actually I was thinking they could take my room, and I’d sleep with you.”
“Ooh, I like that idea,” she whispered, her voice only slightly louder than the sizzle of bacon.
“Well think about it,” he suggested, “but for now I guess I’ll go wake up the three stooges.”
Still touching the walls for guidance, Brandon walked past his own room and onto the next, feeling the bumps and structure of the door before banging his fist against it. “Wake up, faggots,” he shouted, cracking a smile, “mom is making breakfast for us.”
Hearing their groans and shuffling beyond the door, he returned to the kitchen and sat down, finding his milk where he left it. Another ten minutes passed before they started to join, and it was Johnny first, yawning and shuffling his feet as he entered. Then came Choi, and eventually David. It was clear they were still waking up, but even as they sat at the table, it took no time for things to get heated. Once again Brandon was starting to feel like the odd man out, even in his own home.
“Fuck you, Brandon, I was having a good dream before you woke me up,” complained Choi.
“Yeah. I was laying on my stomach, and some blind kid’s mom was cleaning out my asshole with her tongue. It was great.”
The other two boys gave a laugh, before David said, “That’s so weird, I had the exact same dream.”
“Me too!” Johnny added, laughing with the group as Brandon forced a chuckle.
“That mother sounds very raunchy,” Nancy chimed in, “I bet she could even taste which of you didn’t wash themselves … Johnny.”
Giving a nervous chuckle, Johnny replied, “Uh, yeah, I bet she could.”
With the mental image of Nancy rimming his friend, Brandon’s cock sprang to life once more, luckily hidden under the table. It was the idea more than anything that turned him on, thinking of it actually happening made him feel sick, and so he was glad that everything was just a big joke.
It was still a bit strange to hear his mother engage in their ludicrous, foul mouthed talks, but at the same time it was incredibly erotic. So far his friends were testing the limits of what she would allow, and nearly everything had been okayed. For Brandon It was both nerve wracking, and jaw droppingly hot.
“Hey, Nancy,” Choi said as she set plates onto the table, “can I get a blowjob while we eat?”
“Sure, sweetie, I’m sure Dave or Johnny can give you one.”
Brandon nearly spit milk laughing while his friends all made sounds of disgust. The chatter continued as the group ate, and by the time they finished everyone was wondering what to do with their free day. Nancy didn’t have work, the boys didn’t have school, and after a big meal everyone was full of energy.
“The park might be nice,” Nancy said while clearing the table.
“Public sex would be pretty hot,” David admitted to everyone.
The suggestions continued, and all Brandon could think about was how much of a hinderance he was to them. Each idea they mentioned only made him feel worse, since he knew they would need to slowly escort their blind friend.
“Maybe there are some good movies at the theater,” said Choi.
“You know Brandon can’t do that,” Nancy answered.
“Oh right … sorry, man I keep forgetting.”
“It’s okay,” Brandon answered, feeling terrible for holding his friends back. That’s when he had an idea. “Hey, why don’t you guys just head out without me. I can just stay here and chill out.”
There was a bit of mumbling, and then Dave responded. “Are you sure, man?”
“Yeah, I can just relax, listen to some music and catch up on my audiobooks or something.”
“Well, I mean if you don’t mind,” Johnny added, “I guess that works.”
“I don’t mind, mom and I can just chill out.”
Another moment of silence, and before they spoke Brandon could already feel what was about to be said.
“Uh, we were hoping Nancy would come with us,” Dave admitted.
“Oh,” is all Brandon could respond.
“Do you mind, sweetie?” Nancy asked, confirming her own desire to join them.
Brandon’s mind was instantly flooded with perverted ideas of what they might do if left alone with his mother, but he quickly forced them away. His mother hadn’t had a chance to get out and enjoy herself, there was nothing sexual going on, and he shouldn’t be jealous or hold her back from going out and having fun.
“Of course not, mom,” he answered, swallowing his need to keep her close, “you guys go have fun, I’ll be fine by myself.”
Nancy sounded guilty about leaving him, but after enough coaxing she finally agreed, and the four got prepared to head out. Brandon still had Nancy’s panties hidden in his room, and he figured with everyone gone, he would have a chance to use them again.
Another thirty minutes passed, and after everyone had changed clothes and gotten ready they all prepared to leave. Brandon followed to the door, telling them to have fun and to not worry about him. Nancy promised they would call to check in, and after a kiss on the cheek Brandon listened to them leave, and quickly felt like crying.
“So we’re all in agreement? Brandon is overdue for some hardcore punishment.”
Nancy’s lips never left David’s cock, even as the boys began devising ways to torture and abuse her son. Each filthy and cruel idea left her quivering, and she returned the pleasure as best she could.
“His mom loves these ideas,” David said from the back seat of the car.
“How can you tell?”
“Well her pussy is soaked for one, but each time you mention hurting Brandon she sucks me even harder.”
“Fuck, let’s swap, I want a turn,” Johnny complained.
“Hey, Nancy,” said David, ignoring Johnny’s request, “what would you do if I made your son into a cripple?”
The suction on his cock increased as she moaned against it. Now rubbing herself as the boys enjoyed their power over her. So far she had been in control of them, but now as she listened to them speak, and her mind was filled with cruel images of them hurting her son, and it was clear that they were calling the shots for now.
“You know that’s not a bad idea,” said Choi, his eyes glancing through the rear view mirror as he drove, “if we permanently crippled him, that could lead to a lot of fun.”
Finally pulling away from David’s cock, Nancy took a breath and shivered, unconcerned with the drool running down her chin.
“Let’s just be honest,” Johnny said casually, turning around in his seat to look back at them, “we’re going to eventually kill him right?”
Nancy’s body tensed up at his words, and she found herself nearly cumming from the mention of it. For what time she’d spent with the boys, she had expected them to get more and more bold, but never to be so open or casual about planning to murder her son.
David clearly noticed how much the idea affected her, and with a big smile he began teasing her with it. “Sorry, babe, but he’s right, eventually we’re going to off that loser.”
“Gonna be fun too,” Choi chuckled.
Nancy’s breathing was getting faster, her fingers moved faster across the moist and slippery surface of her pussy. She knew they were only trying to excite her, but it was working.
“The only question is how we’d do it,” David admitted.
“Hey, what about putting everything in the open? I mean, he’s blind, it’s not like he could fight back or do anything if we tell him the truth,” questioned Johnny.
“You mean just tell him we hate him? Stop pretending and stuff?” continued Choi.
“Yeah, we could do anything we wanted and he couldn’t stop us. We could fuck Nancy in front of him, make him cry, beat him up, and he’d never be able to escape or fight back.”
The car was quiet a moment, all except for the sounds of Nancy’s fingers squelching against her pussy. David’s cock had been laid against her face the entire time, and as it’s heat and smell soaked into her, she felt herself losing control. The desire to tease her son about sex was fading, and the desire to outright shatter his world was growing quicker by the second.
“We could always just paralyzed him if he tried to get away … break his legs or something?”
As the car rolled to a stop, the group found themselves at the local park, only a mile from Brandon’s home. Parked near the end of the lot where no one would notice them, Choi and Johnny had just started unzipping when Nancy stopped them, her voice shaky but serious.
“Take me home,” she said, looking past David’s cock and staring into his eyes.
“But we just got here-”
“I said take me home,” she demanded, turning to look back at the boys sitting in the front.
“Was it something we said? … We were just having fun-” Johnny pleaded, clearly worried about not getting any pussy.
To quell their worries, Nancy moved back into her seat beside David, swallowing and wiping away the mess from her mouth. “Take us back home, I have an idea … and believe me, we’re going to have fun.”
Lying in bed, Brandon had already retrieved his mother’s panties, and although he felt a little guilty for it, it wasn’t enough to stop his masturbation. The last few weeks had been getting more and more intense the longer his friends stayed over, and although half of him was sickened by the ideas, the other half couldn’t stop being aroused.
Stroking himself, he tried to focus on the image of his mother pleasuring him. Using her mouth, having her tongue on his balls, and many other raunchy acts he hoped they might soon get to enjoy together.
Then, like always, his friend’s voices made an unwelcome entry, laughing in his head, teasing him about being turned on by his own mother.
Why would she ever want you? Choi’s voice resounded in his mind.
Especially after she’s been fucked by all of us? Johnny’s voice echoed.
Brandon’s hand moved faster, and he teased the edge of his orgasm.
Stop lying to yourself, Dave’s voice faded in last, you WANT us to fuck her.
Suddenly there was a sound of breaking glass from the kitchen, and Brandon’s cock nearly exploded from the shock. Stuffing his hardon away, he shuffled up to the side of his bed and listened, surprised that his friends were already home.
That’s when he heard their voices, and he went cold.
“Watch what the fuck you’re doing,” a deep gruff voice scolded.
“Fuck you,” grunted another, “no one is home anyway, we saw them all drive off.”
Brandon felt a panic rise in his chest. Strangers had broken into his home, and so far they didn’t know he was home. His hands shook, breathing quickened, and his mind raced with ideas of what to do.
First was his phone, but regardless of where he searched he simply couldn’t find it. Often his friends would borrow it or move it, and now he had no way of knowing where they placed it.
Whoever the men were, their voices and footsteps began growing closer as they started searching the house for things to steal. Brandon’s door had remained locked, but with no way to call for help or escape, and his mind in a swirl of fear, he quickly crawled under the bed, nearly shaking in fear. That’s when the door handle shook, and the voices outside became hushed.
“Hey,” one of them said, “this one’s locked. Think someone’s in there?”
For a moment Brandon thought about shouting, possibly telling them that he had already called the police, but there was no time, and in a loud crash someone’s foot struck the door, bashing it open and breaking the tiny lock.
“Nah,” one of them answered as they stepped into the room, “but check it out, someone left panties on the bed.”
“Doesn’t look like a girls room,” the other deep voice said.
Brandon had his eyes shut now, for all the good it did. His worst fears were about to become real, and he felt completely helpless.
“Wait a second, there’s someone hiding under the bed!”
“I’ve already called the police!” Brandon cried out as they reached for him, grabbing his ankles and yanking him from below.
Flailing against them, being blind made it impossible to fight, and added even more fear as the men slowly took notice of his lack of sight. Swinging wildly, Brandon stumbled each time he whiffed, and after nearly falling into his desk, the men began laughing.
“The little bitch is blind,” a strange new third voice said, “talk about lucky.”
“I-I I’ve already called the cops,” Brandon repeated, fearing that he might wet himself.
“On what phone?” asked the deepest voice. “I found this little flip phone in the kitchen … makes me think you’re lying, blind boy.”
Even more terror seized him, but before he could come up with something to say a fist made contact with his stomach, and all the breath left his lungs. The flare up of pain was instant, and he dropped to the floor gasping as the men laughed.
“Oh fuck this is going to be awesome,” one of them chuckled.
“What should we do to him first?”
There was a pause, followed by a strange squelching sound. The people began to move, rotating around his room as someone stepped forward. Brandon waved his hand in the air, trying and hoping to push them away, but it did no good.
An open palm struck his face suddenly, and he yelped. Whoever it was had also taken hold of his hair, and was now repeatedly striking his face, slapping it back and forth hard enough to turn his head. The men laughed, and even clapped while the slaps continued.
When it was finally over, Brandon heard the distinct sound of someone spitting, and a warm glob splattered across his face.
“I’m going to see what else I can find in the house,” one of them said as the footsteps left.
Brandon was now cowering on the floor, backing himself up against the desk as the strangers continued toying with him. Whoever had slapped his face wasn’t speaking, but soon the underside of their shoe was pressing against his face, crushing him down until almost standing on him.
“Fuck yeah, trample the fag,” one of them laughed.
“Hey, look what I found,” the returning stranger said as he entered the room.
“Oh shit, where’d you find a dildo?”
“In the other bedroom, I think it’s his mom’s or something.”
The group laughed again, and the shoe on Brandon’s face lifted.
“Those panties must be his mom’s! What a little pervert.”
Nearly in tears, Brandon scrambled for any line he could use to try and scare the strangers away. “M-My dad will be home from work soon-”
“Shut up, faggot,” the deeper voice growled before stomping Brandon’s stomach hard enough to knock the wind from him again. “We’re not blind like you, we saw the urn and pictures, your daddy’s in that jar, and he ain’t coming to save you.”
Against his will, Brandon was forcefully grabbed and hauled up. His knees were weak, legs shaking, and the strangers around him continued laughing as they teased and pushed him around. Then, unable to see it coming, a muscled arm grabbed him from behind, wrapping around his throat while pressing his head forward.
“Yeah, choke the fucker,” one of them laughed.
Sound became muffled as the blood stopped reaching his brain, and as Brandon’s throat was unable to take in air he slowly started to faint, his body jumping and twitching as the laughter began to fade. Two strong punches to the gut shocked him painfully, bringing him back from the edge of unconsciousness, but only for a moment, and then there was nothing.
Nancy had stopped keeping track of how many times she had cum. Squatting over her son’s face, using it as a tool to grind her pussy against, she groaned and shivered while she came, unconcerned with how much of her juices were flowing into his mouth, up or nose or into his closed eyes.
“Oh god,” she grimaced, gritting her teeth as all three teens stroked their cocks in her face.
“It can be like this all the time if we just tell him,” Johnny grinned, pushing his hips out so that his cock smeared slime across her cheek.
“I said no,” she answered, amazed by her own willpower. Every fiber of her being wanted this moment to last forever, but Brandon wasn’t broken enough, not yet.
Still unconscious, the group enjoyed fooling around on top of him, from rough teasing like spitting on him, to full out assault and punching him in the face. Each loud pop from the hit made Nancy moan like a whore, and because the boys loved hearing her moan, they didn’t want to stop beating him. Even after Nancy herself had taken a turn striking him, it was clear that no one wanted the fun to end.
“How long can we keep doing this?” Asked Choi, rubbing his sore fist.
“I don’t know,” Dave grunted, now behind Nancy and giving her a slow fuck over Brandon’s body, “how long until he has brain damage?”
“Not long I hope,” laughed Johnny, and Nancy’s pussy tightened, squeezing even harder.
“Hey, when we’re done do you think I could shit on him?” Choi wondered aloud, laughing to himself.
“What? Why?” Johnny asked, sounding aghast.
“You know … for when he wakes up … to show him what his mom and friends really think of him.”
“Speaking of which,” Dave grunted, grabbing Nancy by the hair and pushing her head to the side, “shouldn’t he had woken up by now?”
There was total silence in the room for a moment, aside from the soft patter of Dave’s hips hitting Nancy’s ass. That’s when they noticed the tears streaming down Brandon’s red puffy cheeks. His body was twitching, and his sobs were almost too soft to hear.
“Oh shit,” Johnny gaped, “has he been-”
“Why?” Brandon croaked out, and everyone looked at each other in disbelief.
“How long have you been awake?” Asked Choi, deepening his voice like he did before.
Whimpering, and mixing his speech with sobs, Brandon answered: “After Dave choked me.”
“Fuck,” Johnny face palmed.
The group couldn’t find the words to speak, knowing that they had been caught, that Brandon knew it was them, and had learned of their intentions through their own careless conversations.
Brandon seemed just as dumbstruck, unable to do little more than cry as Dave continued to doggy fuck Nancy over top of him. That’s when she reached out for his face, wiping away the tears from his scratched, reddened and beaten face.
Brandon could no doubt feel the motions of her being fucked by Dave as she leaned closer, and gave her son a soft kiss on the lips, before leaning back and taking a breath. “Okay, Choi,” she announced, trying to sound as prim and motherly as she could, “if you still have the urge to defecate on my son, now looks like the perfect time to do it.”
“Mom,” was all Brandon could whimper before starting to cry again. That’s when Choi made his way over, laughing to himself as he squatted over Brandon’s face.