This is a secret I have kept to myself for years, about what my stepmother Teresa did one summer morning. Now, I think it's time I made all privy to this strange and lurid tale; the account of "Your Mum, Your Mum!"
Some months after the incident of "Teresa's Torture" [which will be in another story] when I was 18, it happened. Firstly, I heard some of the local 18 to 19 year olds talking about Mum and her secret porno film! Obviously the film had gotten out to certain local thugs, after Mum had made it with the gangsters, whoring herself to save us. The teenagers obviously knew them. That was obviously how they got to see it, and recognised MY MUM, that apparently prim and proper, middle class housewife they knew, from down the road!
A copy of a video titled "Teresa's Torture" was put in our mailbox one day, addressed to Mum, with a note telling her who had seen it. It said that if she wanted them to keep quiet about it and not let it get around to people such as Dad's bosses and colleagues, our friends and the neighbourhood too, they wanted something from her in return for their silence! At this time I hadn't seen any of the film, and Mum grabbed it from me along with the note before I could examine the video. The note was from a group of youngsters in their late teens who hung around the area causing trouble, being largely unemployed but getting their income from petty crime.
I'd guessed it was some sort of sex film she'd done, even back then; but Mum said I shouldn't ask about it, and pressed me to keep the note secret from Dad and everyone else. However, whenever she went shopping with me coming along to help too, we had to walk past the youths' den , which was a small clearing in a slightly wooded piece of wasteland, on the bank of an old disused raiway down a lane. I had noticed before in recent months, that whenever we went past them there, Mum would get wolf whistles and muttered innuendo from them. Even the girls, who were attractive but cheeky, hard-boiled types.
I'd heard the girls were bisexual, and had even been seen having lesbian orgies in there. I would always get an angry, indignant flush at the youths' comments to her, and complain bitterly about it back home. However, Mum forbade me to say anything back, and told me to cool it, saying it didn't bother her and that they were only baiting us. I uneasily agreed it would be silly to rise to the provocation.
Secretly though, I knew Mum was enjoying the attention, and I was very jealous but began secretly whacking off at night about it. Also, I noticed how she'd begun to dress much more sexily, even tartily, and would swing her hips more, on any day she was likely to pass by the gang. I always now neurotically plied her with questions about what happened, what they'd said etc, whenever she'd had to pass them on the lane without me. I'd be in a worried, harrassed state quite genuinely, but have a mysterious bulge in my pants too as I obsessively queried her!
One day when we went past, the youths were playing with a plastic ball that they were throwing to each other in the Den as we walked up the lane. Three of the girls were walking up behind us, having been to the shop for cigarettes. As we passed the den, a lad threw the ball out past us mischeviously and Mum picked it up. They insited Mum go into their den to give it back.
As she went in there to do so, the lads said, "Hey Teresa, can we talk to you for a minute?"
I waited a few seconds outside, then my temper rose and I began to storm off in a huff, but slowly and uneasily, dawdling for her to follow. I could hear them asking her "It's you, isn't it? You're in Teresa's Torture?"
The 3 girls were looking through the railings at Mum chatting with their mates, and I can't have gone fifty yards before the girls suddenly burst into laughter, and ambled after me, then called out.
The shortest girl shouted, "Bobby!" As I turned round she went, "The lads are asking your mum something!"
The second girl worsened it by adding in her common tarty accent, "Something DIRTY!"
The tall older girl of maybe 21, capped the taunt by pointing at me and shouting, "YOUR MUM! YOUR MUUUM, YYYOURR MMUUUUUMMMM!" To the tune of "Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo!"
I came running back all flustered and found Mum sitting, smiling, on a log among the five lads.
She giggled seeing my unease, then said as if it was all a lighthearted joke, "Bob, these nice lads have taken a bit of a fancy to me! They've asked me to take my clothes off for them!"
One of the lads pushed it further, still as if it was all just a laugh, and said, "Hey Bobby, your Mum's cool! Can we shag your Mum?"
I blushed scarlet at that, so taken aback I could hardly speak. "Do YOU want to do it?" I asked my Mum. She just smiled and said, "Yes!"
I stammered, and murmured, "Erm; okay then! No, I don't mind!"
The youths burst into laughter. Mum assured me it was all a laugh, nothing was going to happen; but she'd taken an offered cigarette from them, and told me to go on home, she'd follow soon, after she finished her smoke and chat with these "nice youngsters."
My face was like thunder, but I had to go home, or risk looking silly as if I couldn't take a joke, or worse, as if I really thought she'd do something with them.
I stopped at the end of the lane and turned back. I had to see what was happening to Mum!
The girls had gone in the Den, and I was able to hide in the bushes and peep on it all.
Mum stood in the centre of the circle of youths, beginning to undress!
Somehow she seemed like a glamourous sex symbol and a nervous shy intimidated housewife, all at once. She lifted her dress a bit, exposing her thighs and then her pantied bum to them, as they egged her on. Then I shook in excitement as Mum unbuttoned her blouse, unclipped her bra and popped her titties out to their view, and they cheered as she let the cool summer air on her bare breasts. She continued in this vein removing her dress, then shoes.
When at their insistent demands she finally wriggled out of her panties and stood naked before the bold, lustful and slightly cruel eyes of the lads and girls, I felt the tension in the air come to a peak, and I had a spontaneous orgasm! She looked so exposed, so naked and vulnerable, yet so sexy! The crude comments from the cheeky youngsters about her body and what they wanted to do to her seemed to prolong my cum, while Mum seemed on a sea of bliss with their harsh, croaky voices taunting her!
She smiled naughtily, saying, "You saucy young Bastards!"
I could hardly believe it. After prostituting herself before to Kabul, to save our family from debt and repossession, here she was about to prostitute herself all over again, for the protection of her hubby and I!
Now the lads undid their pants and took them off, letting Mum see their erect, hairy young willies. Some were very big, some average size but displaying prominent veins, and two of their willies were rather funny shapes! The lads stood in a circle, with Mum as the centre of attention of their five hungry gazes, while the girls sat looking on, smoking and making dirty innuendo to her. The lads lewdly stroked their cocks toward Mum and waggled their foreskins in finger and thumb, as they smirked and reiterated what they were going to do to her!
Suddenly Munchie, their leader came to her. The lads all backed away a bit, to let him fondle her. Mum shivered in excitement as he grabbed her from behind, his hands coming round to squeeze her tits, and she gasped in shock as he thrust his great big dick along her back and let it throb against her buttocks, like an impatient wild animal demanding it's prey.
"Corr, Teresa! I've wanted to do it to you for ages!" he growled.
Mum was clearly very aroused now, her desire had overcome shyness. She lay down on her back, in the middle of the den's grassy floor, and opened her legs, WIDE! They all stared at her perfectly formed fluffy blond cunt mound, as Munchie lay down on top of her. He intently guided his hairy dark tool to her vulva's entrance.
