Authors note: All persons portrayed in this story are eighteen years of age or older.
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Twenty year old Connor lived with his divorced mom while he pursued his degree at the regional campus of a state university. He was the youngest of three children and the only one still living at home.
On the afternoon prior to a final exam for the semester, Connor was busy studying in the kitchen at his mom's house with his buddy Jake.
"Hey Connor, I'm leaving now for my yoga class. Good luck on the exam guys, I know you both will do well."
"Thanks mom."
As Mrs. Collins walked out wearing bright pink leggings, Jake's eyes were fixed on her very noticeable plump butt cheeks and crack.
"Man dude, your mom is definitely high up on my MILF scale. I don't know how you can keep from lusting for her every day of your life."
Connor chuckled at his friend's comment.
"Yea, I admit that I do have some naughty thoughts about her sometimes. Maybe more than ever here recently."
"Only just recently? What the fuck?"
"We can talk about it later. I don't want us to get distracted from studying."
"Hey, I'm feeling pretty ready for the test now. We can take a break."
"Okay. But don't blame me if you have a hard time concentrating on the exam."
Connor retrieved his laptop from his room and put it on the kitchen table. He logged into a website where he kept photos saved for his viewing only.
"Last month I was having some computer problems and my mom let me borrow hers so I could get a paper I was writing done in time. She left the house for a few hours and when I finished the paper, I started snooping around."
Connor turned the screen so Jake could see.
"Check this out."
Jake looked at the picture of a young nude female sitting on a sofa with her legs spread wide and showing a very hairy beaver. There were young guys standing on each side of her and she was holding their hard cocks
"Holy fucking shit. That looks like your mom."
"Yea, it is."
Connor brought up the next picture. It was the same girl with the same guys. This time she was on the floor in the doggy position with one cock in her cunt and one in her mouth.
"Oh god, look at her. Is either one of those guys your dad?"
"No. I don't know who they are."
"Man Connor, your mom was quite the hot little slut when she was young."
"Yea but it wasn't just when she was young."
Connor moved on. The next picture showed his mom on a table, legs spread and rubbing her clit. There were four guys standing around her stroking their cocks.
"Holy fuck! That's pretty much how your mom looks these days."
"No shit. It was less than a year ago. Look at the time stamp on the picture. I can't even believe she had four guys at one time, and this was while she was my mom."
Connor proceeded to show Jake the remaining explicit pictures of his mom. In one she was laying on the table, a cock in her hairy cunt and another in her mouth while she stroked the other two. In another she was sitting on one guys lap with knees up and legs spread, his cock deep in her cunt. She was again sucking one and stroking the other two.
In total, there were another ten pictures of Connor's mom in various sexual positions with the four men. The final picture showed her kneeling on the floor getting a facial from the four men standing around her.
"Damn Connor, I'll never be able to look at your mom again without thinking about those pictures. I know exactly what her tits and beaver look like."
"I know. I feel the same way and I'm her son. Ever since I found those pictures I can't stop having sexual thoughts about her. It's really been fucking with my head."
After going back through the pictures a few more times Jake took a deep breath and shook his head.
"You were right. It's going to be hard getting focused on this test."
"Yep. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Rachelle Collins is forty-eight, stands five foot three inches tall, and weighs one hundred sixty-five pounds. She has hazel eyes and straight brown hair with platinum highlights that hangs down over her shoulders.
Despite mothering three children, Rachelle kept her shape. Her thirty-six inch C cup breasts are firm and her wide hips measure forty-two inches including her plump bubble butt. The only real signs of her age or motherhood are a slight tummy bulge and the cellulite dimples in her thick upper thighs.
It was a Saturday night and the local professional football team was on the road for a playoff game. A win would put them in the championship game and a chance to play in the Super Bowl.
Connor was having a group of his buddies over to his mom's house to watch the game while Rachelle was going out to a sports bar to view it with friends.
"Alright Connor, you know the rules. You guys can drink some beers but no hard stuff is allowed. And no one leaves until I get back to make sure they're sober before driving."
"Yes mom, I know. Everyone is cool with that."
"How many friends did you say were coming?"
"There's going to be eight."
"Alright. I'll probably hang out with my friends for awhile after the game but I should be home before midnight. I expect eight guys to still be here."
Everyone was in a festive mood including Connor's mom when the Uber driver dropped her off around midnight. Their team had won with a score in the final seconds of the game and it had been a night of celebration.
As soon as Rachelle walked in her house, she could smell pot. Connor and his buddies were at the table in the kitchen playing quarter ante poker.
"Alright guys, I know you've been smoking pot. How many of you are stoned?"
The smiles were abundant as each one of them raised their hand.
"I'm sure Connor told you my rules about drinking and driving. The same applies for getting high. Everyone will be spending the night."
None of the guys were upset with many making comments about the victory party lasting all night.
"It looks like you guys have a poker game going on. Do you mind if I get in on the fun?"
"I didn't know you played poker mom?"
"Not often, but I do. I consider myself to be pretty good."
There was no hesitancy by any of the guys about her joining them.
"Bring it on Mrs. Collins. We'll be happy to see how good you are."
Rachelle got a beer than sat down at the table with the young men. After a few celebratory shots at the bar with her friends and the other drinks she had throughout the evening, she was most definitely feeling good.
"There's one more rule I have here. If someone smokes marijuana in my house, they must offer some to the host."
Connor looked at his mom in absolute disbelief.
"My god, you get high too? This is too much."
"Yes Connor. I may be your mom but every now and then I do like to have some fun."
When Rachelle made the comment that she "likes to have fun" Jake thought about the pictures Connor had shown him. Almost immediately he began to wonder if there was a way to get her to have that same kind of fun before the night was over.
Within a matter of minutes a joint was handed to Rachelle. After taking a few hits to "catch up" it was passed around the table. One of the young men also offered Mrs. Collins an edible.
"If you really want to catch up, you might want to try this. It'll give you a really good buzz within a short time and lasts longer than smoking."
"I've never tried edibles but that sounds good."
Although Connor suggested his mom start with only half of the gummy she was given, Rachelle ate it all at one time.
Over the next hour while the poker game went on, Rachelle had two more beers and another joint was also passed around. There had been no big winners or losers but everyone was having a good time.
Jake was still thinking about Rachelle's sexual exploits in the pictures and jokingly commented "maybe to make things more interesting we should change the ante from quarters to clothes."
There was some nervous laughter from a few of the guys and some joking comments from others. Almost instantaneously everyone looked towards Mrs. Collins.
With the alcohol and beers she had consumed throughout the evening, Rachelle was feeling no inhibitions. The pot and gummy also had her as high as she'd been in quite some time.
Mrs. Collins giggled at the suggestion of playing strip poker.
"If you guys are game, so am I."
Connor nearly choked on the beer he had just sipped.
"You can't be serious mom? Strip poker. You're going to play strip poker with me and my buddies?"