Mother Yes!

Author's note: The next 4 chapters of "Mother, yes!" are ready and I will be releasing them one by one, the following chapters will be longer than the previous works, I appreciate your patience and feedbacks, please consider following me here and on Patreon, even if on the free tier.

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Continuation from Part-2...

Previously, Sam's house had an uninvited guest, his mom's colleague but the man wasn't as sweet as he was acting. Sam spies on them and sees him rough fucking his mother's mouth, but Sam is unable to do anything.

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Mother, yes!

Chapter 03

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Looking for answers in my best friend's mom

The next day, Sam's head was a dumpster fire--riddled with visions of his mother's face, lips stretched wide around cocks, featuring in her own porno, then Olly skull-fucking her last night, Sam had no release, just rage and a hard-on that wouldn't quit. He stormed off to college the next day, a Monday, his brain a haze of worry and filth. Classes dragged on, one by one the professors droning on, everything was a blur, while his mind kept replaying Jenny's gags and Olly's grunts. His best friend James, a lanky bastard with messy brown hair and a dumb grin, kept poking him until Sam snapped.

"What's eating you, man? You look like shit," James prodded, leaning back in the lecture hall's creaky chair.

Sam scowled with his fists clenched and replied. "It's this asshole, Olly. My mom's boss. Total prick." No way Sam was going to spill the real dirt--his mom choking on dick wasn't James's business.

James smirked, his eyes glinting.

"Hack him, dude. Fuck with his life. Prank that smug fucker." James suggested, Sam barked out a laugh, brushing it off, but the idea simmered, hacking and playing with Olly's life can be done, it was a skill that fell under Sam and James's expertise.

After college, they went to James's place--a cramped suburban house with faded yellow siding, overgrown lawn and a dirty driveway. James lived with his folks and his older sister, a prissy chick about to tie the knot with her boyfriend of just five months. Inside, the living room stank of stale beer and potpourri. James's mom, Linda, strutted out and opened the door--she's a blonde with short-cropped hair, maybe late 40s but still tight as hell. Toned legs, perky ass and tits that strained her floral sundress. Older than Jenny but still hotter in a MILF-y way. Sam's dick twitched upon seeing her, last night's blue balls roaring back. He pictured Linda's in place of his mom's wrecked face--now Linda's was fuel for the same sick fire, he didn't care that it was his best friend's mom.

The two boys hauled ass to James's room, a pigsty of dirty socks, video game, half naked posters, and at the end was a flickering TV. Their routine was always the same old shit--gaming, brainstorming dumb apps and discussing the girls in their class. James fired up the PlayStation, tossing Sam a sticky controller.

"Kill some zombies, bro. You'll feel better!" Headphones on, James zoned out. Linda's voice cut through, sharp and sweet:

"James, snacks!" James didn't hear shit, so Sam shrugged and shuffled to the kitchen.

There she was--Linda in that short flower dress, hem barely kissing her thighs, bending over the counter. Her blonde hair glinted under the dim bulb, the kitchen was cluttered with dishes and a slow humming refrigerator. Sam's cock swelled up, his thoughts turning feral. Seeing his best friend's mom's ass, bent over the counter, made him hornier than ever, his mind raced with thoughts of what he would do to her if given a chance. He pictured himself in Olly's place and Linda in his mom's place, without a second thought, he stepped up behind her, close enough to smell her--floral shampoo and a slow hint of her sweat. His rock-hard dick pressed into her ass crack through his jeans, grinding slowly.

She froze, her breath hitching, too stunned to turn. Sam's hands shot up, clawing her tits--firmly and heavy handfuls--squeezing until she grunted loudly. He stood on his tiptoes and buried his nose in her hair, snorting her scent like a fucking animal, slowly humping her ass, rubbing his cock against her ass.

Linda jolted, she spun around, her blue eyes stretched wide in surprise. "What the fuck, Sam?!" She shoved him back, her voice cracking. She swung her hand and slapped Sam on the cheek, it wasn't a loud slap but still rang out loud.

"Get your ass back to James--now!" she ordered, Sam smirked and rubbed his cock over his pants, adjusting his erection, then snagging a bag of chips with his dick still throbbing as he sauntered off. No apologies or shame--just heat.

Back in the room, James was oblivious, cursing at the screen. Sam picked up a controller, plopped down next to him, horny as hell, barely aiming his shots in the game. After a while Linda stormed in, arms full of dirty laundry--jeans, tees, a bra dangling. Sam tensed up, waiting for her to rat him out, but she just huffed and worked like nothing happened and that fueled him, giving him more confidence.

"Gotta piss," Sam lied, slipping out while James was distracted by the zombies on the screen. Sam tracked Linda to the laundry room. It was cramped, the concrete-floor had a basket full of dirty clothes.

She knelt by the washer, stuffing a handful of clothes in, her dress riding up her tight thighs. Sam entered the laundry room, his dick was already out the moment he left James's room, he was hard and leaking, when he stepped up beside her. She turned around and came face-to-face with his dripping cock. Her jaw dropped with rage flaring and she cursed, "You little shit--"

He cut her off, grabbing her short blonde hair with both fists, mimicking Olly's brutal grip. "Auntie, please, just for a moment--suck it, you're so fucking hot, I can't stop!" he begged, his voice raw. She yanked back, but his hands were locked in tight grabbing her hair. Her eyes burned into his--angry and helpless--but then softened. She calmed down a bit at the sight of his rock hard cock, flattered at his compliment and his interest in her.

She kissed the wet tip reluctantly, just a quick peck, her lips trembling.

"Please, Auntie, more," he whined for more and inched closer. Her pink lips parted, tongue flicking out, as soon as he saw her mouth turn into a hole, Sam pounced--shoved his cock in hard. Halfway, she choked, gagging as he gripped her hair tighter. He pulled back, then rammed deeper, her mouth squeezing his cock. Spit dribbled from the side of her mouth, her coughs wet and messy. Kneeling there, back against the washer, she was trapped--Sam couldn't believe it, James's mom, his buddy's fucking mom, slurping his dick, and the sight of her pinned against the washing machine was a beautiful sight, making his dick twitch harder as he mouth fucked his buddy's mom.

Sam's thrusts were sloppy--Olly made it look easy, but this felt like a goddamn fight. Her saliva slicked him up, smoothing it out. After five, six hard pumps--she'd had enough. She shoved him hard.

He stumbled backwards, grip slipping, ripping out a chunk of her hair. She groaned loudly in pain, and swung her hand wildly--crack!--her hand slapped his cock dead-on. Sam immediately bent down and grabbed is dick which stung like a bitch. He snatched a crusty shirt from the basket--it was James's shirt. He used the shirt to wipe his spit-soaked dick dry, his friend's shirt cleaning off his mother's saliva.

Sam stuffed his dick back in his pants and bolted out of the room with no remorse, just a vindictive buzz.

James didn't notice shit, he was still gaming. Sam sat next to him with his mind spinning. That slap woke him up--he'd crossed a line, but fuck it, Olly and his mother started this. He had to know more. Grabbing James's beat-up laptop, he hunted for Olly. After a quick search he found out Olly's social media. The man was married with two daughters and one oldest son. The son looked older than Sam. All of Olly's children were carbon copies of Olly. The daughters had extreme feminine features but had the same face structure and height of Olly, except for the son. Olly's son looked like him but was much taller and looked more of a man than Olly.

Sam stalked the two daughter's social media then the son's but the main attraction was Olly's wife. Clearly a second marriage and stepmother of his kids, Olly's wife was exotic, with creamy skin and long, jet black hair. Sam's dick twitched in his pants. He then opened up a new tab and searched for "HotRod Productions," the name tied to his mom's porn days. James glanced over, snickering.

"Porn in my room? Dude, get laid already."

Sam ignored him, and continued his search. His tech skills kicked in--after a while of deep searching, Sam finally found it. HotRod had changed its name and was now called "NewAge Studio," their office was just outside town. Fuck yes--finally answers, he thought. He grinned, a twisted thrill hitting him.

Sam went home. The rest of the week dragging and stewing between confronting his mother and gathering courage for a trip to NewAge. Finally Friday hit, and he caved.

"James, I need a ride somewhere, outside the city," he said, his voice flat. James, all lanky with enthusiasm, jumped at the opportunity thinking it'd be a bro road trip. They ditched college on Friday, piled into James's rusty old Civic and gunned it out of the city. NewAge Studio was just outside the city's perimeter, a squat gray office building off a dusty highway, no one knew what secrets the building or the name "New Age" held, even Sam didn't have any definite plan but it was better than dragging his blue balls around, frustrated at the sight of women and his mother.

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