Ricky's having such a hard time in math class. With all those teen girls strutting their hot little asses around it's a wonder any of these boys can concentrate." I told my friend Gail as we sat over coffee.
"Oh I know...my poor Ryan used to beat his cock every time he got home from school. I felt so bad for him."
Rocking my infant in my arms, I fed Gail a inquisitive look. "Ricky does that too. Wait...used to? Ryan doesn't beat off anymore?"
"Nope, he doesn't need to and Ricky won't either. All you have to do is come to room 209 with me, during their lunch hour."
"What is this room 209? I hear moms all over town talking about it." I asked.
"Well, it's actually not a room, it's a house, across the street from the High School. It's a place the boys can go to get stroked, blown, fucked, whatever's on the agenda. That way they can concentrate the rest of the day."
My jaw dropped. "So where do the moms come in? Oh fuck, Gail...you're helping to get Ryan off?"
"Yes and you wouldn't believe what a difference it's made in his grades. As long as your son is eighteen years old he can participate in room 209."
"Well, Ricky turned eighteen last week. How many other moms are doing this?"
"Lots of them and the numbers are growing. I'm telling you, Michelle, if you want your Ricky to have an easier time in school, you should really consider it.
For a moment I found myself thinking it over. Should I? Would I? How could I? Then I came to my senses. "Oh I don't know, if Dan ever found out I was draining our son's nuts he would completely freak out."
"Well my husband wouldn't exactly approve of it either, but what they don't know won't hurt them. Room 209 is completely private and discreet and fuck, it's not like I'm really cheating...I'm helping our son to succeed in school. It's different."
Once again Gail's words were making sense to me. "Oh that's so true...we mothers would do anything for our boys."
"Yup, and that includes letting them use our bodies for sexual pleasure." Gail said. "I know it sounds odd, but why don't you and Ricky come try it out tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? I...um, well, maybe..can I think it over?"I muttered, unsure whether I could really go through with it.
"Of course, text me later."
Even though it sounded unconventional, I knew what Gail said made sense. A boy's brain is in his briefs, it's just a fact of life. Giving Ricky sexual release during the day was bound to help him stay focused.
I wondered what Ricky would think of the idea of me, his own mother, helping to drain his nuts. I was no dummy. I knew he would often use my panties to beat his boner with. And more than once a day I would catch my sweet boy staring at my big tits or my meaty ass. I alway excused it for normal teenage behavior. However, wrapping my legs around him and letting him fuck the shit out of me was taking it to another level completely.
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"Dude, you gotta get your mom to meet you at room 209." My friend Ryan said as we walked home from school.
"I've tried. I let my math grades slip. Maybe she doesn't know about Room 209."
"Are you kidding, all the women in town know. Why do you think more and more moms are meeting their sons there and getting their dicks off?
I had to admit, the idea of my own beautiful mom getting me off made my cock as hard as iron. Mom had a terrific body with the biggest boobs of all the moms in the neighborhood. My friend said she looked like a big titted version of the actress Kate Beckensale. Honestly though, she was my mom and was happily married to dad. I had no clue how she'd react to the idea.
"I don't know dude, I really can't picture my mom doing something like that."
"That's exactly what I thought about my mom at first. At home she was all prim and proper, but then in Room 209 she became this huge cock-milking slut. It was fucking awesome!"
Being the first one home from school I often headed straight to my room to jerk off, but as I moved up the stairs I heard mom call me from the nursery. "Ricky, is that you, sweetie?"
"Yeah...hi, mom."
"Come in here a sec." Her soft voice said.
I entered the nursery to find mom in the rocker nursing my little brother. Wearing a short skirt, mom's legs were crossed. My eyes followed her stunning frame, starting at her little tan bare feet with their painted nails, up the silky sheen of her luscious legs. Goddamn mom had gorgeous legs!! Her form fitting sweater was pulled up on one side, revealing the parted cup of her maternity bra. My little brother's face was buried under the biggest mound of creamy tit-flesh I had ever seen.
Mom broke me from my trance, her beautiful face framed by a curtain of long blonde hair. "How was school?"
"Oh um, it was ok I guess."
"How's math class going?"
I frowned. "The same."
"Ryan's mom was telling me about a program for the boys at school, during their lunch hour. Have you heard about that?"
My heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah, Room 209. I've heard some of the boys at school talking about it."
Mom smiled slyly. "What are they saying about it?"
"Oh that it's um...pretty cool."
"Has it helped them to focus more in class?" Mom asked.
"I guess so."
Mom gazed at me curiously, smiling slightly. "Would it help you?"
I swallowed hard. Was mom really considering it? "Yeah, probably."
The door slammed downstairs and my little sister announced her arrival as usually. "Mommy!!"
Mom rolled her eyes. "Ugh, that girl! Will you fix her a snack for me while I finish feeding your brother?"
"Sure, Mom." I said, taking one last glance at her big tan boob.
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At dinner that night I found my eyes drifting to my son, looking him up and down. Ricky was such a lean handsome teen, a younger version of his father, with my blond hair and blue eyes. Sweet Ricky, the first born of my four children and nearly ready to graduate from boyhood.
My six year old's voice broke my trance. "Mom, tell Amanda to stop looking at me!"
"I'm not looking at you, crybaby!" Amanda, my sixteen year old said.
"Yes you are!"
"Girls, please...stop annoying each other and just eat." I said patiently.
My husband's attention turned to Ricky. "How are the grades coming along? Better get 'em up if you wanna play baseball this year."
"I know dad." Ricky muttered, picking at his food.
I spoke up. "Honey, do you think your mom would mind watching the baby for awhile tomorrow?"
"Are you kidding? She's always begging to watch the baby. Doing some shopping?" Hubby asked.
"No, there's a special tutoring program for Ricky, during his lunch hour in room 209. Apparently the mothers can meet them there and help out."
I looked over and Ricky. I could tell by the smile on his face that he liked the idea too.
"That's great, sounds like a good program. Give her a call, I'm sure she won't mind."
I stared my young son in the eyes, giving him my best motherly smile. "Thanks. I just wanna do whatever I can to help out."
I texted Gail to let her know my intentions. She responded promptly.
THAT'S GREAT, MICHELLE. YOU WON'T REGRET IT. I' LL FORWARD YOU A COPY OF TOMORROW'S ROOM 209 INFORMATION.
I waited nervously. What would my son and I be doing on our first day? I hoped we could start slow, but knew there was a good chance I would be sucking his cock or getting fucked up the ass. Soon after, she texted me again. It read:
MONDAY
LOCATION: ROOM 209
WHAT TO BRING: BABYDOLL NIGHTIE, HIGH-HEELED MULES
SCHEDULE: 12 - 12:30: MOMS ON DISPLAY
12:30 - 1: HANDJOBS
SEE YOU THERE LADIES!
Whew! Thank God. Of course I was willing to spread my thighs if it meant helping my boy, but a handjob seemed like such a better way to break the ice.
There was part of me that couldn't believe I was actually considering this. I was married for God sakes and Ricky was my son. However, there was another part of me, a part that all grown women have deep down that found it extremely wicked and exciting. I had stroked a lot of dicks throughout high school and college and to this day my hubby says I have magic hands. I considered myself quite the pro in the art of giving a handjob.
Before Ricky rushed out the door the next day I gave him a quick reminder, although I'm sure he didn't need one. "See you at lunchtime, sweetheart."
Ricky looked me in the eyes and we exchanged an anxious smile. We were headed down a naughty road and we both knew it. "Ok, mom."
I dropped the baby off at my mother-in-laws, then at 11:30 I pulled up across the street from the high school ball field. I had arrived at a cute little cape-style home they called room 209. I stepped out of my car with my oversized bag in hand. Wearing a skirt I couldn't help but notice how my freshly shaved legs gave off a sexy sheen in the noon day sun. My little feet with painted toenails were propped in a pair of 4-inch spiked heeled mules, which clicked daintily against the concrete as I stepped up the driveway.
"Hey!!" Gail said as she moved out of the house to greet me with a hug.
"Cute place." I said, looking at the house.
"I know, right? Kate Dobson owns it. She donated it to the moms of Westfield. Come on, I'll give you a quick tour." Gail said.
As we stepped through the house I noticed that the ground-level was neat and furnished, however, there appeared to be no one else here. Downstairs was a different story.. At the bottom of the stairs we entered a large dressing room with floor to ceiling mirrors. Scattered around were what had to be thirty middle-aged moms chatting, giggling and primping. Most of the women were naked or in various states of undress.
"Michelle!" A women shouted. It was Tora Richards, a mom I had gotten to know last year from our sons playing baseball together. She was already adorned in her pale-yellow babydoll nightie, her big tits clearly visible through the fabric. We hugged. "So good to see you. Is this your first time here?"
"Yeah. Ricky and I decided to give it a try."