Sarah Lee Camp was finishing up the last few dishes when she heard her son Jason and his friend Bryce run in from the driveway where they were playing basketball. The boys were arguing.
"No way dude! Fuck off. Get back here," she heard her son say.
"Language!" she called over her shoulder.
Bryce ran into the kitchen. "Hi, Mrs. Camp. You look lovely today." Jason trailed in behind, looking worried.
Sarah Lee turned off the sink, turned around, crossed her arms, and gestured down to the simple grey gingham wrap dress she was wearing. "You're sweet, Bryce, but don't be ridiculous. This dress is like my housework dress. It's all worn out and a million years old."
"Well, that's the thing about you. You're so hot you make even that dress look good," said Bryce with a charming smile. Sarah Lee made a little scoff noise, unable to respond any other way to the boldness of the 19-year-old boy. She felt his eyes on her, hungry.
It wasn't an unearned compliment. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed, southern Sarah Lee was a classic good little housewife with the curvy body of a stripper. She had perky C-cup tits and a heart shaped ass that was legendary among the teenage boys in town, not to mention their fathers.
"Dude. Stop it. Let's go back outside or to my roo—" Jason started to say but his mother cut him off.
"What were you boys arguing about?"
"Nothing!" Jason moans.
"Actually," Bryce said coolly, "we were arguing because we made a bet on our last game of one-on-one and Jason doesn't want to pay up."
"A... bet." Sarah Lee let the word linger. "What kind of... bet?"
"Well, Jason was up by six and feeling cocky. So, he bet me that if he won, he'd get to fuck my girlfriend." Sarah Lee's eyes went wide as she looked back and forth between her son and his muscular friend. She waited. "Jason didn't win, Mrs. Camp."
"That's quite the risk you took, Bryce. What did you put on the line, Jason?"
Jason mumbled, barely audible, "You."
"What?"
"You, Mrs. Camp." Bryce said, grinning viciously from ear to ear. "He said if somehow I came back to win, I'd get to fuck you."
"Jason. Robert. Camp! I am so disappointed in you," Mrs. Camp scolded. "That was a very foolish thing you did."
"I'm sorry, Mom," whimpered Jason who was now beet red. "I was just joking around. It's obviously never gonna happen. We shouldn't even have come in here."
Mrs. Sarah Lee Camp didn't even hear her son's whining. Her eyes were fixed on Bryce's. His expression was hard to read. He was just... waiting. Sarah pulled a hair tie off her wrist to tie back her wavy auburn hair. "No, Jason. You need to learn the consequences of your actions." Sarah Lee relished the stillness that followed. "A deal's a deal," she cooed.
Both boys' mouths fell open as Mrs. Camp dropped to her knees. Bryce smiled victoriously as she slithered like a stripper on stage toward him. Jason was frozen to the spot, barely breathing.
"Have you ever fucked a married woman, Bryce?" She flicked the word 'fucked' deliciously off her lips.
"No, Ma'am," Bryce said softly and sweetly.
Mrs. Camp was now sitting up on her spread knees just below his crotch. She ran her hands up and down Bryce's legs. Her hands crept up to the hem of his basketball shorts. She pulled them down and made a big show of cooing over the young man's 8-inch dick.
"You know Mrs. Camp. When I was still down a few points, your son bragged about how he couldn't wait to fuck my sweet girlfriend Julie in all three of her holes," said Bryce looking right at Jason.
"That's pretty rude. Sounds like he wasn't going to treat her like a lady. I thought I raised him better than that." Mrs. Camp licked her tongue from the base to the tip and then swallowed Bryce's dick whole. Bryce gasped. She popped his dick back out, a sinew of spit connecting to her luscious lips. She used the spit as lube to jerk his dick. "You can start with this hole and we'll see how we feel after that." She went back to bobbing her head up and down on the boy's rock hard cock.
"Do you want me to treat you like a lady, Mrs. Camp?" Bryce asked.
She release his dick with a POP and said, "Fuck no."
"Then take that dress off, you little milf slut." Sarah Lee let out a guttural moan and an animalistic grin as she leaned back and untied her wrap dress. She stripped it off revealing nothing underneath.
"Mom! Jesus!" cried Jason at last.
"Quiet baby. Mommy's gotta get fucked by your best friend because you couldn't put your money where your mouth is. You don't have to leave, but you do have to shut your mouth so mommy can concentrate." The fully nude, married smokeshow mother of two ran her hands over her tits, still only making eye contact with the smirking Bryce. She turned on the spot, lowered her head to the ground, reached her hands back and spread her ass cheeks for her new master. "Bryce, sweetie? Take your pick. Fuck all my holes and don't stop until you're ready to shoot your hot cum inside my married pussy. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mrs. Camp."
"Good boy." As Bryce moved around behind Sarah Lee, she turned to look at her son. "Jason, you are going to sit here and watch your best friend pound the shit out of your three hole slut milf mother and you are going to like it. Is that understood?"
