Danny's 18th birthday party was a Sunday BBQ on one of those late spring days that seemed too perfect, like something from a movie. He felt like it was more than just a birthday party though. As of yesterday Danny had been accepted to every college he'd applied and that he had been confirmed as valedictorian. Plus he just found out (unofficially, of course) that he'd won the Ashworth Prize for Physics Studies. The Ashworth Prize was a big deal. It was a national scholarship that was only awarded every four years. Winners almost always went on to do great things.
He sat at the head of the plastic picnic table and smiled weakly back at the couple dozen people singing him Happy Birthday, most of whom he didn't really know. It seemed like his parents had more friends there than he did. And his only really friends, Kyle and Mike, were all over his big, slutty, sister, Michelle.
"Birthday parties, bah," he thought to himself, "it doesn't take any special talent to be born, millions of people fall out of their mother's cunt every year. Who cares? We should be celebrating my Ashworth."
The singing stopped and one of his mother's friends, Mrs. Samms, brought over a piece of cake for Danny.
"Donny, your mother tole me 'bout the scholarship," she said, slurring her words. It was obvious she'd been drinking. "The, way, wha' wuzzut," she asked, "Ass-worth prize?"
"The Ashworth," Danny corrected her, "yes, thank you. It's a great honor. And I'm Danny."
"Tha's wha' I said, Ass-worth, Donny," she replied, bending over to plant a kiss on Danny's cheek, "tha' izz jus' so amazin' an' great. You'll have to tell me 'bout it sometime. Oh, you are just sooooo cute, I cou' eat you up."
Danny had a perfect view down Mrs. Samms' shirt when she bent over.
Mrs. Samms was what the guys at school called a MILF, 45 years old and two kids, she still had a body on her and she knew how to show it off. Today she was wearing a plain white t-shirt with a low neck that showed off a little bit of cleavage and a zipper hoodie. The zipper was up half way and the open top made it seem like her big tits were popping out of the sweatshirt. When she bent over the whole thing was loose enough that Danny could see right down it. Her big tits hung down with her brown nipples peaking out of the top of a slightly too small lace bra.
Mrs. Samms straightened up and ruffled Danny's hair. "Jus' amazin' an' great," she slurred again as she turned to walk away.
"Thank you, Mrs. Samms," he said. And then, in his head, he added, "Those tits are amazing and great. And the ass isn't bad either."
Danny's thought were interrupted by Michelle's annoying giggle. "Jesus, Donny," she teased him, repeating the name Mr.s Samms used, "get a good look? I mean, take a picture, dumbass, it'll last longer!" Danny's friend's, Kyle and Mike sat on either side of her, laughing at whatever taunt Michelle made.
"Did she get you hard?" she asked and a hand reached under the table and pressed against his crotch for a little longer than necessary before pulling back. "Jesus," Michelle laughed, "you are hard! Or is that a roll of dimes in your pocket?"
Mike looked at Danny and tried to fake an insulted look on his face. "Crap, Dude," he said, "that's my mom!"
Michelle stood up. "Come on, boys," she said, "let's go see if we can find something fun to do." Kyle and Mike followed her as if she was pulling them by their dicks. "Danny boy needs to contemplate his 'Ass-Worth'," she said. And then, looking at Mike, she added, "or maybe your Mom's ass worth."
Kyle was laughing and Mike was saying something but Danny couldn't hear.
He found himself alone at his party. He wandered around, randomly talking to classmates he didn't really know and his friends of his parents for a little bit. After a while he got bored and sad and went inside.
He turned on the TV found one of the Transformers movies he'd seen a dozen times before. He dozed off on the couch and dreamed about Mrs. Samms.
In his dream she'd followed him into the house and told him again how cute he was and that she wanted to eat him up. Somehow, in the dream, she was naked. She asked if she could suck his dick if she let him touch her big tits. He was dreaming of his hands on her big tits as she sucked his dick when his mother woke him.
"I think you were having a nightmare, Honey, " she said, "you were moaning." She had her hand on his shoulder and was bent down in front of his. Just like with Mrs. Samms, he could see right down his mother's shirt. For some reason she wasn't wearing a bra.
His mom was a little older and a little heavier than Mrs. Samms. Her tits were bigger and hung freely in her shirt, with her nipples pressed to the fabric. The word "Udders" floated through his mind.
"I'm okay, Mom," he said, not taking his eyes off her chest.
"Okay, well, your father and I are going to take Mrs. Samms home. She's had a bit much to drink and shouldn't drive."
"Both of you?"
"Well, to be honest, I think maybe I'm a little too tipsy drive and it just wouldn't look right for your father to take a woman home by himself. People would talk." His mom was still bent over in front of him.
Danny nodded, his eyes still focused on her chest. "I wonder if Dad ever tit fucks mom," he thought, "it must feel great to have those wrapped around your dick."
His mother kissed him on the forehead and straightened up. "And you really shouldn't look at you mother that way, Danny," she said with a smile, "but it is nice to know boys your age still find my boobs worth looking at."
Danny looked embarrassed, his face bright red. He tried to say something and no words came out.
"It's okay, Honey, it's only natural. You just need to be careful about staring." His mother's voice trailed off as she walked down the hall to her room. She re-emerged with a bra in hand. Then, right in front of Danny, she pulled off her shirt, exposing her tits to him.
"Will you be okay alone while we're gone?" she asked as she put her bra on.
He couldn't help but stare at her tits even after being caught. He nodded again but didn't say anything.
She headed out the door and Danny ran to bathroom. The window was right over the driveway and he could hear and see everything. With the lights off, if he stood back a little, they'd have no idea her was there. His father and Mrs. Samms were talking when his mother walked up
"Well?" Mrs Samms asked.
"You were right," his mom said and they all started laughing.
"The boy knows quality boobs," his dad said when the laughs died down and they all laughed again.
He opened the door for the back seat, said, "shall we", stood aside as Mrs. Samms climbed in and then her hand reached out and pressed against his dad's crotch. His mom kissed him as she pushed him into the back seat and then she got in the driver's seat. "Make sure to save some for me," was the last thing he heard her say before driving away.
Danny thought back and realized he hadn't seen her have anything to drink or smelled anything on her breath. So much for too tipsy to drive.
This was all too weird. Sure, Mrs. Samms had flashed him before, she'd flashed lots of guys, i got her off. But his mom? She'd never seen his mom do anything even slightly inappropriate and now she was flashing her own son?
And her parents in a 3-some with Mrs. Samms? Was that what was going to happen? Was Mr. Samms going to be involved? He'd have to be, right? Were his parents swingers? How could he have not known? Was he still dreaming?
His mind kept coming back to his mother's tits, hanging there in front of him like, well, udders. What would she have done if he'd touched them? If he squeezed them would she like it? Would she let him tit fuck her and cum on them?
He was about to go into his room and relieve himself when his sister stumbled through the front door. She collapsed on the couch next to Danny and put her arm around him. She was drunk and smelled like sex. He was pretty sure there was cum on her shirt and in her hair. It was that or dried up mayonnaise.
"Hey, Donny-boy," she taunted, "how's that ass-worth prize workin' out for ya'"
"Ashworth," he corrected her.
"Whatever. Had to wait until mom and dad left. Couldn't let 'em see me this drunk. Geez, I thought they'd never leave."
Danny sat there loosing his erection. Other guys might have a hard-on for Michelle, but she made Danny's dick shrivel.
She slapped him on the chest and pulled herself to her feet. "Lemme tell ya' something about your ass-worth, Donny-Boy," she said.
Standing in front of him, she reached under her skirt and pulled off her wet, cum stained panties. She dangled them in Danny's face. He tried to pull away but she grabbed the back of his head and smeared them in his face.
